[Oh, it's super good, don't even sweat it. He blearily glances at the table before realizing OH RIGHT, I should probably move, so he starts over and puts the bag down cautiously before falling backward into Barnaby's couch.
AHHH MUCH BETTER. Now if only he could actually sleep, he'd be in heaven.]
Still pretty bad, then.
[Seriously, you look like your brain is about to implode or something.]
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AHHH MUCH BETTER. Now if only he could actually sleep, he'd be in heaven.]
Still pretty bad, then.
[Seriously, you look like your brain is about to implode or something.]