[Riku gets up, moves to flick the light on -- there's an outlet beside the door, and judging by the fact that there's a lamp on the bedside table he's expecting there's one there too. There's another he can see, level with the back edge of the surface of the desk in the corner, but that's way over there.
While he's up he tugs the collar of his shirt down, peering down at what's now a jagged scab about the length of a quarter on his chest. It's itching. He drops his arm again, moving to the outlet he's sure is behind the table at the bed. This way Tetsuo won't need to get up -- he's pretty sure if he unplugs the lamp he can fit both onto it. The prongs of the chargers aren't polarized in a way that they have to be inserted in a certain orientation.
Riku leans across the bedside table, squinting down the crack between it and the wall, and he's pleased to discover he was correct.]
If I unplug the lamp then both can go on this one.
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While he's up he tugs the collar of his shirt down, peering down at what's now a jagged scab about the length of a quarter on his chest. It's itching. He drops his arm again, moving to the outlet he's sure is behind the table at the bed. This way Tetsuo won't need to get up -- he's pretty sure if he unplugs the lamp he can fit both onto it. The prongs of the chargers aren't polarized in a way that they have to be inserted in a certain orientation.
Riku leans across the bedside table, squinting down the crack between it and the wall, and he's pleased to discover he was correct.]
If I unplug the lamp then both can go on this one.