[Don't run into his trash... And don't remind him of his very real and not at all bullshitted in three seconds Heir To Barma duties, he's going to break out in hives.]

Well, it's not as if I have my Pandora duties anymore... [Do you hear this squeaking? That's Reim nervously cleaning his glasses, now that he has to think about the mountain of stress that's sure to lead to his young death.]

Be careful with those crumbs. [half-hearted...... anyway, sighing,] I'll admit, it's a lot to take on myself...

[squeak... squeak.... if he had... some HELP................]