[ raises his shoulders and flinches a little at the hands coming anywhere near his face. he makes an uncomfortable face and ducks around them. ] It's okay. It's not that bad, bro.

[ shaking his head ] I'll let you know when we figure it out or they come here. You can ask Kitkat. I wouldn't let him have my sandwich before. [ struggles a little to keep a good grip on him with him moving but he gets him in there easily enough. stronger than he looks. ] Of course it's cool. [ he lets go of jaune once he's sure he won't break anything if he does ]

I don't think I have anyone in here anymore. Have you been in here a lot? [ he opens a drawer of the desk he has in there and it's only full of shades. he puts on a plainer pair. pointing ] That's my mixing shit. And that's a bed. And that's my dead shit collection of sweet fucking fossils. And that's a walk-in closet because this apartment is the actual bomb but not the literal kind. That's where I put camera stuff. That's a cat tower because Kitkat made me his bitch. Those guys perched up there are real crows because I guess the window was open again. Whatever. They're chill. That's it. Room. It's fucking awesome.