[Once more, he doesn't close the door to his bedroom while he changes...but thankfully, his closet appears to be out of sight of the door.]
[A minute or so later, he wanders in wearing comfortable sweatpants and a tank top with his towel slung around his neck. Is this better, Allura? Even though he's not entirely dry and the tank top clings to his chest?]
Soup...yeah, that's fine. Dunno if eating anything heavier would affect me right now.
[He takes a seat on the small couch and looks at her awkwardly standing around. He doesn't seem to notice...well, anything. At all.]
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[A minute or so later, he wanders in wearing comfortable sweatpants and a tank top with his towel slung around his neck. Is this better, Allura? Even though he's not entirely dry and the tank top clings to his chest?]
Soup...yeah, that's fine. Dunno if eating anything heavier would affect me right now.
[He takes a seat on the small couch and looks at her awkwardly standing around. He doesn't seem to notice...well, anything. At all.]
I said you could make yourself at home...