[Junpei does his best to brace himself as he shoulders the door open, arms laden with groceries, but he really has no idea what to expect, and he can't deny being a little relieved that there's another door to open in between. Let him just put these bags down... right here on the floor, where they'll wait while he takes only a roll of fun duct tape he found over to the other room. Just to stick his head in...

.......Okay. It's.



It could be worse. He stares at the wacked out limb until he pointedly doesn't anymore, holding up the roll of tape.]

This was the best one I could find, so I hope you like patterns. And I didn't write a receipt, but I pretended to make small talk at the register while I did the bags.

[Genuinely he did, is this anything?? But let him hold up a finger- wait- and then duck back out to rummage through these bags on the floor in the other room. So much less arm to stare at, whew... He calls back over his shoulder:]

What do you want me to do with this stuff?