[Carlisle cracks the door open, making sure it's Genji before opening it the rest of the way. He looks as though he's been put through the wringer: his hair is less kempt than it was at the party, despite how out of his element he was there; his gloves have black stains around the fingers, ones faded from having been washed before. His mask has similar stains, lining the base of his jaw and neck with just a few under his eyes where his cheeks met the quilted fabric.
He moves stiffly as he steps outside, though Genji may catch a glimpse of his room as he slowly closes the door, his fingers refusing to fully bend. His room is in a bit of disarray, with mugs and cups and papers littering the beds and desks. Beneath one of them, there are also several jars filled with the sap from the trees in the park, all stacked neatly for storage. There's also a bucket and a few bars of soap pilfered from the showers -- he's been doing some washing in his room, despite the machines they'll be visiting momentarily.
He beckons for Genji to follow him toward the common room for that set of Quads.]
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He moves stiffly as he steps outside, though Genji may catch a glimpse of his room as he slowly closes the door, his fingers refusing to fully bend. His room is in a bit of disarray, with mugs and cups and papers littering the beds and desks. Beneath one of them, there are also several jars filled with the sap from the trees in the park, all stacked neatly for storage. There's also a bucket and a few bars of soap pilfered from the showers -- he's been doing some washing in his room, despite the machines they'll be visiting momentarily.
He beckons for Genji to follow him toward the common room for that set of Quads.]
This way.