There's a tilt of his head in the direction of his name, before he drops his chin to let glasses side away enough to peer over them. Recognition is there, swift and guilty and resigned, which isn't very flattering, but he is also quite drunk. He nudges glasses back into place, knees drawing up like he might figure out standing.
This idea is given up on immediately, at least for the moment. "Quite. I mean-- did you want a drink? Elevates the entire laundry experience." He picks up the bottle, offering it, a humoured tilt to his head.
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There's a tilt of his head in the direction of his name, before he drops his chin to let glasses side away enough to peer over them. Recognition is there, swift and guilty and resigned, which isn't very flattering, but he is also quite drunk. He nudges glasses back into place, knees drawing up like he might figure out standing.
This idea is given up on immediately, at least for the moment. "Quite. I mean-- did you want a drink? Elevates the entire laundry experience." He picks up the bottle, offering it, a humoured tilt to his head.