[ Oh, thank fuck for that. Lambert's tail swishes through the air when Strange comes up from under the bed; in the time it's taken Strange to dig that shit out he's also managed to wash off and stack nearly everything in the sink so it's at least visually cleaner. Sure, it's probably rude to come into someone's house and just start arranging their shit for them, but Lambert's never been one to let politeness stop him from doing whatever he wants.
Wiping his hands off on a (mostly) clean towel, he steps back over to Strange, reaching out to deftly tug the medallion from his fingers. ]
How'd it even get under there, anyway? Did you kick it? [ He glances over the rest of the mess, mouth twisting wryly as he toes at the shirt. ] What'd this come from?
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Wiping his hands off on a (mostly) clean towel, he steps back over to Strange, reaching out to deftly tug the medallion from his fingers. ]
How'd it even get under there, anyway? Did you kick it? [ He glances over the rest of the mess, mouth twisting wryly as he toes at the shirt. ] What'd this come from?