[Fenris takes a look around his space at Rafe's accusation, ready to be offended. Except he isn't wrong. Even beside his "bed" there are piles of stuff that he hasn't sorted, and the piles he has sorted still clutter the area. Empty bottles of varying colors, metallic buttons and candleholders, pieces of metal that likely belonged to broken technology that he doesn't understand.
He barely fights back a wince. When did this habit get so out of control? When did he even acquire this habit?]
I...[Oh he sees it. He sees it and he's a bit peeved at Rafe for pointing it out so that he couldn't continue to ignore it.
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He barely fights back a wince. When did this habit get so out of control? When did he even acquire this habit?]
I...[Oh he sees it. He sees it and he's a bit peeved at Rafe for pointing it out so that he couldn't continue to ignore it.
He sighs.] Right...