[A shrug. Notice how he hasn't bothered leaving the floor.
Welcome to his week.]
Don't mind my skepticism, but are you sure?
...
[He looks around, trying to wrap his head around... well. Everything. Don't fault him, Nami. Despite his months in Luceti, he's still a realist at heart--as in, realistically this is all crazy and he's probably in a smoldering coma somewhere in London dreaming this. He's mostly gotten past that image. Mostly. Sorta'.]
[Action]
Welcome to his week.]
Don't mind my skepticism, but are you sure?
...
[He looks around, trying to wrap his head around... well. Everything. Don't fault him, Nami. Despite his months in Luceti, he's still a realist at heart--as in, realistically this is all crazy and he's probably in a smoldering coma somewhere in London dreaming this. He's mostly gotten past that image. Mostly. Sorta'.]
How the hell do you do... all this, anyway?