0118 - Swag. - 2020.01.06



I admit, this is my excuse for not drawing more things in Lee's living room.


0118 - 2167/07/06/13:05 - Lee Caldavera's apartment, living room
LC: Alright, fine, we'll watch more when I get up. Gonna sleep two hours. Two hours will be fine.
Zoa: Okie doke. I'll be here.
LC: Whatever.
[Lee's bedroom door opens and a bunch of figurines, pillows, clothing, and assorted bric-a-brac tumbles out.]
Zoa: Huh. I wondered where all your marstaku swag was.
LC: Yeah, the butlerbots keep tossing it in here because the living room is marked as communal space, even though there's no one else here. I keep them out of my bedroom, though. I don't like robots fucking around next to me while I'm asleep.
Zoa: Noted.
Zoa: Y'know, this is a lot of merch, but you're only waist deep in there. I honestly expected even more.
LC: What do you think the other two bedrooms are full of?