le gasp. he is not wearing the white coat for once! still wearing the dark button-up, though. a little pink in the cheeks because come to find out, orders in text messages count for that objective. Good. To. Know.]
[He doesn't look hurt. In fact he's wandering into the bathroom to... unpack a tooth brush and leave it on the counter? Then taking the bag to invade Dokja's room, unpacking a change of clothes and pjs to shove in his closet.]
[He has his own place. But he figured Dokja probably doesn't have enough people invading his. In fact he's checking subtly to see if anyone else has left their mark in this apartment as he makes himself at home.
He's too aware of what it's like living isolated. He intends to leave enough evidence of his presence that Dokja has it around him all the time, even when he doesn't come to crash. Which he intends to. Often.
The bag has snacks. Fried chicken, pasta salad, chips, just easy to eat things.]
[probably Gigan has left some stuff here or there. evidence of Lyle sleeping here and Brant poking at him, but nothing substantially lived in, probably, other than what faint traces even Kim Dokja barely leaves of himself.
... getting some chips.]
More? [sounds faintly bemused as he opens the chip bag] I'm curious what'd you even thought to bring?
[He would laugh. He and Kim Dokja really do live similarly. Utilitarian. Only the necessities.
Well. Whatever. That's why he decided to come harass the guy and move things into his apartment so he isn't so sad and alone. Maybe so both of them aren't. He'll flop on the couch like he owns the place.]
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