[Letting the cans clink and taking another, deeper sip... before simply nodding, standing, and thunking the can down on the table. He'd go to remove his pants, unbuttoning and shaking them off like they'd personally offended him, then somewhat comically pulling the legs back out the right way, neatly folding them, and placing them lightly on his abandoned chair.
Then he'd grab up the beer again and go to plop on the bed, sitting cross-legged and yawning.]
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Then he'd grab up the beer again and go to plop on the bed, sitting cross-legged and yawning.]
Your 'palace', your rules I guess.