can't find anything to do and has resorted to walking along the hallways.
...has been dragged off!
blinks, trying to point out the obvious that he's in one, "Like, duh?"
sort of wonders why he's asking~ ;3
fishes out some cloth and considers what he can do with it.
can see how this is coming along... "That... like could be arranged, I s'pose~"
Feliks
asks
if Shea has anything specific in mind. c: