Seriously. A tiny, glowing asshole. Who's he based off of?

[ Not that he really wants to know. He's too busy looking at her. It's still a shock that she's here. That she's real. That this isn't a dream. But she'd been real and the money had been good-

Which did beg the question as to where she got it, but he'll worry about that later. For now he nudges his chair closer so he can feel a little more of her, lean into her with a casual shoulder bump. ]

Wasn't sleeping. I was planning. So you didn't wake me up. Also if you're gonna be like that we can just share. It's huge. Plenty of room.