[ he immediately bites back the desire to apologize again; not wanting to upset the already-upset person that's sharing the same room as him. something about how he's reacting is... maybe he's not used to being around others? maybe that's it. hung couldn't say the same; he's always been more comfortable working in teams, knowing he has the back of others while being the one to stand in the front line. that the longer he stands, the better chance he'll stay standing.
but yeah. time to turn. he snags the sheet before it crumples to the floor and wraps it around his waist, though there's plenty of room for his tail to stick out between the wrinkled folds. ]
Yep! Never been here before. [ hung continues to take stock of the situation. a bunkbed. probably a small bathroom somewhere in the back. an interesting television station on the tube. it's almost as nice as the detective agency's pad, actually... except it feels very, very new. pristine. ]
that you do 💖
but yeah. time to turn. he snags the sheet before it crumples to the floor and wraps it around his waist, though there's plenty of room for his tail to stick out between the wrinkled folds. ]
Yep! Never been here before. [ hung continues to take stock of the situation. a bunkbed. probably a small bathroom somewhere in the back. an interesting television station on the tube. it's almost as nice as the detective agency's pad, actually... except it feels very, very new. pristine. ]
Guess you're the same, right?