[Manabu is not that anal about laundry - honestly, he's more lax about it (put clothing into machine, press button, the end, really) - so he follows Grey's sorting process without much question or concern...his thoughts aren't entirely in that room, after all.
i'm doing things people do...but i don't feel like...a person...?]
Hm-? [the suggestion cuts into that weird, existential thought and makes Manabu hesitate to process.] Oh, right. Yeah.
[the moment he sits, his nausea surges and reminds him it's there. he swallows back against it and slumps in the seat, looking around the area, hyper aware of the discomfort his bound tail is causing in all of this.]
How long is it? [he can answer his own question by just...looking at the machine.] Oh. Mn. Okay.
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i'm doing things people do...but i don't feel like...a person...?]
Hm-? [the suggestion cuts into that weird, existential thought and makes Manabu hesitate to process.] Oh, right. Yeah.
[the moment he sits, his nausea surges and reminds him it's there. he swallows back against it and slumps in the seat, looking around the area, hyper aware of the discomfort his bound tail is causing in all of this.]
How long is it? [he can answer his own question by just...looking at the machine.] Oh. Mn. Okay.