One would assume the smaller would have picked things up behind him—but unfortunately for everyone else, Ezreal was horrible for doing things like this. If it wasn’t the boxes in the hallway outside of his room, it was the party boxes in the kitchen. He never seemed to deal with it until he was told to do so—which was a problem, sure, but he didn’t see it that way.

A surprised noise leaves him when sett flashes the label to him—one of many of his…adult packages ( they weren’t all like that! Some of them were the gundams and other figures he put together during his private time when he just wanted to be alone that wasn’t…well, you know ). A groan leaves him and he stands up, grabbing a sharpie from his desk drawer and grabbing a box, taking the cap off with his teeth and holding it in his mouth, scribbling out the label and address and tossing it over his shoulder.

“Guess I can scribble ‘em out if you break ‘em down…Man, I was gonna do something more productive then this…we’re gonna be here all day!!”

"C'mon, it's just a little bit of pencil work. At least you don't have to break down the boxes."

Once the box is taken, he plucks up another. Reading the label with a squint of his eyes only to be satisfied to know that it was a box from a bakery. He shakes it idly, listening to the crumbs rattle around the container - handing the box to Ezreal with another shake to emphasize the crumbs.

"You're gonna get ants!"

“WHOOOOA, HEY!! DON’T YOU DARE, DUDE!!”

It nearly puts him into a panic; the pile of boxes in the corner of his room piled up rather high, a new one recently added before he takes the newest box from Sett’s hands forcefully, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed slightly.

“I—I’ll get to it eventually! I just gotta cross out the name and address and other shit on there—The guys don’t gotta know what I’m ordering in detail—!” Unless they decided to subscribe to his only fans, which was exactly what all of these things were for. “I don’t tell YOU to clean up YOUR shit!!”

But then they kept spreading. Sett finally had to say something when one of his.. special, packages made their way into the hall. Thankfully he was the one to discover it before anyone else.

"That's because I don't have my things everywhere." He picks up another box, eyeing the label and then glancing down at Ezreal with a raised brow. Flashing him the label of the package before scratching out the name and address with his sharp nail and breaking down the box.