[Sollux has managed to trash his room at the same time as make it relatively livable. There's a corner full of nothing but beehives, stacking on series of bamboo mats on the floor. There are spare clothes and books and stuff generally tossed everywhere. And there's all the blankets and pillows tossed on the floor, with a spare chair, under which he has made a substantial blanket fort, with piles and piles of blankets and covers and general shelter from the light underneath.]
Hey.
[He sticks a hand out between the blankets, waves.]
no subject
Hey.
[He sticks a hand out between the blankets, waves.]
In here.