[ Lying there staring at the ceiling, he hears the sound coming out of the kitchen area - quickly followed by his stomach growling loudly. Well, the crash should probably be checked out anyway. He can try not to eat the fridge clean when he gets there. If there's anything left. ... The light shining through the dark room and the shadow moving around in it doesn't give him a lot of faith that this is the case. ]
What are you doing?
[ And so he's unceremoniously shoving his hand into the fridge trying to grab whatever the hell is inside. Whether he succeeds or not is another story. ]
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What are you doing?
[ And so he's unceremoniously shoving his hand into the fridge trying to grab whatever the hell is inside. Whether he succeeds or not is another story. ]