[ He ducks his head down low to fit his antlers back through his bedroom door, but he's not sure what he needs. A coat? He makes his way to the dresser that holds his small wardrobe, pulling out a scarf and coat. One he wraps around his neck; the other he manages to shrug into before carefully walking back out into the front room.
He, uh. Absolutely forgot a hairbrush, still more than a bit mixed up over the sudden change in physical form. Thus his hair is still a beautiful mess, looking like he just rolled in the hay in more than one way. ]
I think I'm ready?
[ Why does he sound like he's asking her a question. ]
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He, uh. Absolutely forgot a hairbrush, still more than a bit mixed up over the sudden change in physical form. Thus his hair is still a beautiful mess, looking like he just rolled in the hay in more than one way. ]
I think I'm ready?
[ Why does he sound like he's asking her a question. ]