" I got plenty. "
Shi-Long disappears for minutes, and returns with several large shirts, a silk black set of pajamas, fresh and nearly unwrinkled.Whatever the situation going on in his bedroom, options didn't appear to be limited. He lays the array across the table, and then lopes over the futon to disappear again. Mission focused, Baijiu aside.
When he returns, his jacket was shed, boots, socks, down to a singlet, and loose shorts. In his arms, blankets, a thick pillow and a thin one, tucked under his chin. He kicks the Futon out of the way of the short hallway, in front of the door. It makes him stagger, for some reason.
" Bed's better. Couch's not - " And then pausing, as he... remembers he offered it first. Shi-Long drops the rest of the bedding on the furniture in favor of a new action, which sends him into the kitchen, and then returning with a canister. Wipes are pulled out, and though he's swaying just a bit while taking on the task, his golden eyes are focused. It only takes a minute to have the dust wiped away, and smelling fresh. Who said he wasn't a good host?
The former officer gestures widely to her options once more with both hands, and then wavering off when he stares too long at the Futon. He then throws off an idea with his hand, flicking it lazily in the air. " Shower? Bedroom." Something in his mind didn't want to play long with the risks of being drunk and slippery- best to let her have the first pick of anything, after a long day like this."... Guess I could sit down in the tub if I really wanted to,"He murmurs, and then eases, slowly, slowly to the floor, arms outstretched to the walls for support.
"Do what you need to do. Everything's at your disposal." Once seated, he begins a series of stretches- rather methodical, slow. It might be yoga from memory.
"The alarm system gets armed at 9pm. 6am, it turns off." Who was to say she'd remember that? But that was the point of sleeping in front of the door. This was the kind of neighborhood to want extra security.