[if the sigh seemed troublesome, Manabu perking up at the notion of a task obliterates any assumption of tiredness.]
I can do it! [he scoots to get up, catching himself before he can just blindly lunge to his feet and give himself a mini-blackout. slow...annoyingly slow!
no subject
I can do it! [he scoots to get up, catching himself before he can just blindly lunge to his feet and give himself a mini-blackout. slow...annoyingly slow!
once he's up, his tail swishes confidently.]
Gimme the box! Let's figure this out.
[what a good montage this will be.]