[ He's usually tidier than this, has an efficient way of folding and putting aside his clothes, but he's usually nowhere near this tired. Everything just goes on the floor, and he barely even attempts to fasten the buttons of his pajamas. Just gets them onto his person in the quickest way he can manage and turns back to lie on the bed, poking at the bundle of furs. ]
Were you intending to let me in there?
[ The sword mistake has stripped away a little of the impersonal respect that he likes to use as a safety blanket. ]
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Were you intending to let me in there?
[ The sword mistake has stripped away a little of the impersonal respect that he likes to use as a safety blanket. ]