Oh, that's so sweet. Terry huffs a small laugh as he flips between the pages, (after rubbing his eyes approximately 800 times,) and he takes a few moments to enjoy the coffee before he decides to give that whole 'standing up' thing he's heard so much about a go.
The effect that sleeping in his chair has is that 'walking' is more of an anguished shuffle with a hunched back and his hands cupping the coffee mug tightly. It sort of makes him look like a caricature of an old man, especially still wearing his now-crumpled suit from the previous day, and the occasional groan in complaint doesn't help matters any.
Good thing it's not a long walk to the kitchen, and Terry offers the closest thing to a smile that he can manage in his current state when he sees Robbie. It's really more of a tired frown, but Terry can't help that his face is like this.
"Hey," his voice is gentle at least? And croaky. "Thanks for the coffee."
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The effect that sleeping in his chair has is that 'walking' is more of an anguished shuffle with a hunched back and his hands cupping the coffee mug tightly. It sort of makes him look like a caricature of an old man, especially still wearing his now-crumpled suit from the previous day, and the occasional groan in complaint doesn't help matters any.
Good thing it's not a long walk to the kitchen, and Terry offers the closest thing to a smile that he can manage in his current state when he sees Robbie. It's really more of a tired frown, but Terry can't help that his face is like this.
"Hey," his voice is gentle at least? And croaky. "Thanks for the coffee."