[He does eventually wake up on the futon, instantly frowning like he's disappointed he's even waking up in the first place. Without moving his head, his dark eyes pore over the room around him, before he notices he's not alone.]
...Who are you?
[Not that he particularly cares about waking up in a strange place, but he's more interesting in the man who (supposedly) is the one who brought him here. His hands move to intertwine on top of his chest, his expressionless gaze asking for an answer.]
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...Who are you?
[Not that he particularly cares about waking up in a strange place, but he's more interesting in the man who (supposedly) is the one who brought him here. His hands move to intertwine on top of his chest, his expressionless gaze asking for an answer.]