[ And this is him standing, fumbling a little because he has just lost one shoe and the parquet floor is surprisingly slippery when you're in a cotton sock. ]

Finish your cigarette. [ Hobbling over to grab his shoe -- no, fuck it -- sitting on the goddamn bed and just getting rid of the other, and then both socks. The pad is a shared space, right? Well, since it's shared space, then he can go pad around barefoot as much as he pleases.

Fucking idiot, Blade King my ass. Perception up to the Wazoo and still dumb as fuck.

Glancing to Makoto now and letting out a huff. ] Feel free to take the pack. I'll buy you a ream of Black Stones in the morning.

And a favor -- yeah, I'll owe you big -- make sure my nosy blademates stay asleep?

[ Marching towards his door now. He needs to have words with the moron sleeping soundly in ths other room. ]