[might as well show up to this one; a party about sleeping sounds right up his alley. so, he's there in his onesie with a nest of pillows, halfheartedly eating a parfait like it's not bad, but it's obviously not what he wants in that glass. for some reason, though he's clearly trying to cover it up, he never seems entirely at ease...
... and like three hours in he'll suddenly stand up and start banging on doors. really hard. so that's fun.]
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... and like three hours in he'll suddenly stand up and start banging on doors. really hard. so that's fun.]