[understatement made and unacknowledged, as the only response Jun gets is the disconnect of the call. "a bit" is a few minutes - closer to half an hour, perhaps - before a door opens downstairs and Magnet can be heard scurrying in. the door closes, and stairs creak as Manabu trudges slowly up the stairs, making his way toward the room that used to be his.
Magnet precedes him, bustling in and hopping onto the bed to investigate the blanket pile while Manabu grabs hold of the doorframe and leans in.]
...Jun?
[he looks like trash. kinda smells like trash, too. trash and blood. but the blood's more on his dirty hands and arms than the rest of him - the rest of him is just exhausted.]
action
Magnet precedes him, bustling in and hopping onto the bed to investigate the blanket pile while Manabu grabs hold of the doorframe and leans in.]
...Jun?
[he looks like trash. kinda smells like trash, too. trash and blood. but the blood's more on his dirty hands and arms than the rest of him - the rest of him is just exhausted.]