Fridge it is. I'll leave the tape here on the counter...
[Announcing what he's doing both out of habit and so it doesn't get too awkwardly silent in here, what with the chitinous horror mere drywall away right now. He'll admit it, quietly, here stooped to put stuff in the fridge: it's weird and scary!!! Incredibly bad to look at!!! But he played the friendship card too many times just to deliver these snacks, so...]
Technically, I'm looking at this pack of cream cheese, [he calls with his head in the fridge, popping back out only when it begins to feel Too Silly.] And I, uh... I volunteered, so...
[Do not worry about it? Only worry the normal amount? There might be more if he knew something to say that didn't feel goofy, but instead after a moment there's that water bottle he insisted on, rolling into the roach room.]
Yeah, but who the hell could really imagine what it's like until they see it?
[Anyway, no more pity party. At least for a good few seconds. A man thus bedridden, with nothing more on his mind other than his own self-induced mutation, is permitted a little misery to wallow in, right???
But that water bottle looks really fucking good, and he's not about to look so pathetic as to just let it roll and land where it may! At the very least, he's going to roll over as best he can, even with the arm doing what it can to obstruct him, and try to grab the bottle off the floor.]
Thanks, man. Y'know...You got it easy, just seeing the arm. I get real bad, more comes out. Ha! [ha, ha. please laugh.]
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[Announcing what he's doing both out of habit and so it doesn't get too awkwardly silent in here, what with the chitinous horror mere drywall away right now. He'll admit it, quietly, here stooped to put stuff in the fridge: it's weird and scary!!! Incredibly bad to look at!!! But he played the friendship card too many times just to deliver these snacks, so...]
Technically, I'm looking at this pack of cream cheese, [he calls with his head in the fridge, popping back out only when it begins to feel Too Silly.] And I, uh... I volunteered, so...
[Do not worry about it? Only worry the normal amount? There might be more if he knew something to say that didn't feel goofy, but instead after a moment there's that water bottle he insisted on, rolling into the roach room.]
There, drink up.
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[Anyway, no more pity party. At least for a good few seconds. A man thus bedridden, with nothing more on his mind other than his own self-induced mutation, is permitted a little misery to wallow in, right???
But that water bottle looks really fucking good, and he's not about to look so pathetic as to just let it roll and land where it may! At the very least, he's going to roll over as best he can, even with the arm doing what it can to obstruct him, and try to grab the bottle off the floor.]
Thanks, man. Y'know...You got it easy, just seeing the arm. I get real bad, more comes out. Ha! [ha, ha. please laugh.]