'Cuz you're all so repressed, or the dress code, or what?
[He's turned away right now to grab the gear, and it's only that that gives him the courage to add:]
. . . Might still work out better for me than my world.
[And then he turns back to approach the couch again, flop down in front of his soda, and hold out a controller to William. He sets his own down on the table, though, and grabs his CereVice off it instead, opening it up to browse for delivery first; if he doesn't do this now he's going to get into the game and forget to eat or something, he knows it.]
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Date: 2016-02-04 05:01 am (UTC)[He's turned away right now to grab the gear, and it's only that that gives him the courage to add:]
. . . Might still work out better for me than my world.
[And then he turns back to approach the couch again, flop down in front of his soda, and hold out a controller to William. He sets his own down on the table, though, and grabs his CereVice off it instead, opening it up to browse for delivery first; if he doesn't do this now he's going to get into the game and forget to eat or something, he knows it.]
Sooooo! What kinda food d'you want?