October looks up from pulling his tie off. His shoes and jacket are already on the chair. There's a moment's blinking, then he picks up the entire bundle and makes his way to the bathroom. "Apologies," he murmurs.
Well. We're all spared the sight of Observerly man-lingerie.
Astrid, meanwhile, smiles sweetly at Peter as he storms out of the room. When he comes back, though, she looks a little contrite.
"There's room enough for you to have a space of your own," she says. "I just... I've missed you."
Peter looks down at his own feet, somehow not quite able to look Astrid in the eye after she said that. There's a bit of awkward silence, only punctuated by the faint sounds of October... doing whatever it is he's doing in there. Hopefully putting on clothes.
Peter doesn't laugh, exactly, so much as clear his throat in an embarrassed bark. He forgot about that shirt... not that he'll admit it was ever his. Ever.
"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
Astrid smiles anyway, and reaches into a pocket, producing a nondescript knitted winter hat in a dark greyish blue, which she then stretches onto October's head, pulling it down so that it covers his lack of eyebrows.
"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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Well. We're all spared the sight of Observerly man-lingerie.
Astrid, meanwhile, smiles sweetly at Peter as he storms out of the room. When he comes back, though, she looks a little contrite.
"There's room enough for you to have a space of your own," she says. "I just... I've missed you."
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And then the door opens and there's October clad in cargos and a hoodie and a t-shirt that reads "I feel violated... do it again."
Astrid looks over at him. And tries very hard not to laugh. Instead, she walks over to him and adjusts the hoodie.
"These are the only things that would fit," he says, sounding a little lost.
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"Tomorrow, we'll need to do some shopping."
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"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
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"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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Midlife crisis. He's old.
And following along with them, not speaking up unless someone else does.