[gregor hasn't really been around much, today. pretty visibly absent compared to his usual exploration of any new locations, scoping them out... but he does emerge eventually. at least, this is probably gregor. it might be hard to tell-- he has baggy sweatpants and a more oversized hoodie on today, the hood over his head and partially tied closed to keep his face as hidden as possible. it's a bit oddly fitting, in general.
he's slipped into the galley to check it out, now that they all have access, but...
oops! now they're stuck here. he tries to hurriedly leave now that someone else is here and finds the door locked.]
[ he spots lumpy gregor as moves over to try opening the door. he doesn't seem too bothered when it locks—probably having had this happen already several times today.
he sighs, briefly annoyed, then opts for a smile instead. ]
—Good evening, Gregor! I hope you don't mind having some company for your meal.
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he's slipped into the galley to check it out, now that they all have access, but...
oops! now they're stuck here. he tries to hurriedly leave now that someone else is here and finds the door locked.]
...uh... hey, Sidon bud.
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he sighs, briefly annoyed, then opts for a smile instead. ]
—Good evening, Gregor! I hope you don't mind having some company for your meal.
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[and he was trying to avoid people... aaa.
also: it's getting warm in here for seemingly no reason.]
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[ gregor your body horror. he doesn't even have a collar to tug, but he looks over at him. ]
Say—do you feel that? Is the stove on?
[ why..... warm ]