[Saul was out, and now he's not. It seems his schedule is never steady anymore; when he's not working on his show, he's either off working on his tan or working on a few, erm, side projects. Cultivating an entirely new identity is harder than he thought it'd be. Go figure.
So he's a bit worn out when he arrives home today, after a morning of zipping from place to place with a bit of shapeshifting and deal-making tossed in. He has a new driver's license to show for it, though, which means he's in a pretty good mood even in spite of the tiredness he's feeling. It's nothing some coffee and a breather won't fix.
—but first, he decides to make a stop by Freddie's room. Her door's slightly open, which is as good an invitation as any, so he pokes his head in with a:]
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So he's a bit worn out when he arrives home today, after a morning of zipping from place to place with a bit of shapeshifting and deal-making tossed in. He has a new driver's license to show for it, though, which means he's in a pretty good mood even in spite of the tiredness he's feeling. It's nothing some coffee and a breather won't fix.
—but first, he decides to make a stop by Freddie's room. Her door's slightly open, which is as good an invitation as any, so he pokes his head in with a:]
Are you decent? Because I hope n—
[Nnnnnnokay that definitely isn't Freddie.]
Uh. What, exactly, am I interrupting?