"You. Small boy." It's barked, as he looms over Kirby's shoulder. "Someone took some of my clothes from my room. Are they in your laundry to be washed? They're not supposed to go in the washing machine, they'll immediately disintegrate, the jeans alone are mostly dental floss." October looks weird without his usual crust-punk thing. Stood here in gym shorts and a tee shirt emblazoned with smiling koalas and 'Please Don't Do Ketamine Off The Koala Kare Changing Station', he looks almost normal, if not for the fact he's still nearly seven feet tall and staring at Kirby like they're a cut of meat. "Oh. Grown adult. From the back you look like a terribly malnourished little boy. My question stands." He points. "Did somebody jack my pants and put them in the community laundry because they'll get more paint and god knows what on other clothes than they'll get clean at all."
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