[ there seems to be a lot going on with this guy who looks like he literally just stepped out of bed, and iris can't help but feel a pang of sympathy; it sucks to have to deal with something stressful first thing in the morning (it's noon) and he hopes whatever's going on sorts itself out sooner rather than later.
he nods in response to the other's shout of thanks, about to turn back to consider the rest of the kitchen (and try to remember why he'd gone into such a cleaning frenzy in the first place) when suddenly the guy returns, leaving iris standing there, blinking slowly as the hurried words start to process.
waitasecond... iris...?
he opens his mouth, just in time for the guy to come back again, but in the same kind of whirlwind he'd been the first two times, meaning iris barely gets a hand up to try and call him back before the guy's blasting off again—
which is probably for the best, because his gaping mouth seems to be the trigger his body needed to forcefully eject everything in his stomach's contents.
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he nods in response to the other's shout of thanks, about to turn back to consider the rest of the kitchen (and try to remember why he'd gone into such a cleaning frenzy in the first place) when suddenly the guy returns, leaving iris standing there, blinking slowly as the hurried words start to process.
waitasecond... iris...?
he opens his mouth, just in time for the guy to come back again, but in the same kind of whirlwind he'd been the first two times, meaning iris barely gets a hand up to try and call him back before the guy's blasting off again—
which is probably for the best, because his gaping mouth seems to be the trigger his body needed to forcefully eject everything in his stomach's contents.
so much for spruced. ]