[Haha, no, fuck that. He gets up and flips down the screen of his husktop, feeling a bit odd walking around in just his underwear. Then he picks up his discarded clothes, folds them, and puts them on the chair in his respite block. Pondering how much time he has, he decides against going to sit anywhere else. He'll stay in here, he supposes. Climbing back onto the bed, he leans, a tad posed, against his nest, elbow resting along it, feet and thighs tucked under his body. Yeah. He's got this.]
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