[It's such a long slog, and he is so tired . . . not that he complains, but nor does he seem to have any opinions on any of the rooms. This is All Might's show (although he's privately glad they skip the doll one, that was fucked up) (like, who does that).
No lights . . . eh, there's worse. He can vaguely see thanks to the windows; it's fine. He sighs as he glances around, kicking off his shoes.]
Take the bed.
[He can just sort of . . . fit himself around him.]
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No lights . . . eh, there's worse. He can vaguely see thanks to the windows; it's fine. He sighs as he glances around, kicking off his shoes.]
Take the bed.
[He can just sort of . . . fit himself around him.]