[ 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 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 ]