[ R looks around, from the lamp on the floor, to the disheveled rug with empty bottles on it, to the mattress with a balled up blanket, to the unwashed dishes in the sink and back to Enjolras. ]
I- uh. Did some redecorating. And didn’t plan on guests.
[ He pulls back and clears his throat, walking over to straighten the rug and pick up. An emptied plastic bottle as he lifts it makes Rémi pause. His nostrils flare as he turns it over to read— Vodka. Cheap shit. He rattles the bottle but finds no droplets left and hurriedly picks up another to throw out, carrying them to the bin in the kitchen to the right of Enjolras. ]
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I- uh. Did some redecorating. And didn’t plan on guests.
[ He pulls back and clears his throat, walking over to straighten the rug and pick up. An emptied plastic bottle as he lifts it makes Rémi pause. His nostrils flare as he turns it over to read— Vodka. Cheap shit. He rattles the bottle but finds no droplets left and hurriedly picks up another to throw out, carrying them to the bin in the kitchen to the right of Enjolras. ]