[Oh he was enjoying himself--too much, honestly. A few more seconds and he would have to be poured out of the elevator. Artemis just pouts in response, but doesn't answer in the positive or negative.]
[He just follows Russell to his suite, walking about a pace behind, but slipping in when Russell opens the door. Once he's in, he's out of that grubby sweatshirt and plain white t-shirt and sprawled happily on the couch. Oh sweet cushions that weren't garbage bags...]
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[He just follows Russell to his suite, walking about a pace behind, but slipping in when Russell opens the door. Once he's in, he's out of that grubby sweatshirt and plain white t-shirt and sprawled happily on the couch. Oh sweet cushions that weren't garbage bags...]
Lovely...