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[original_is_best]

M.E. 722-IV-29th
1-Achtom-4th

This is Chief Besithia. I have three unneeded beds. Anyone who needs a spare may come pick them up. In exchange, I will take any spare desks, dressers or shelving.

I will also accept metal scraps that might be recovered from areas struck by weather anomalies.

[Yes, he claimed a townhouse for himself. No, he didn't bother trying to find a roommate. Yes, he is getting rid of the bedroom furniture to use the rooms for something else. Fight him.

Sorry to any residents who might need those rooms in the future.]

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[original_is_best]

[Regis was correct. While Verstael wasn't particularly weak compared to the average man, he also left the heavy lifting to his subordinates. His time was better used on other tasks.

And, much like he would with one of his subordinates, he directed him.]

You may move it into that room. The bed you want is in there.

[Without lifting a finger to help, he headed towards the open bedroom that was meant to be used by another guest. Should they arrive in the future and find they need a bed they would have to make do with sleeping on a desk now. He headed into the room with a confident stride in his step in order to watch.]

[kingkingcxiii]

[It is extremely tempting to drop the desk on Verstael's toe on 'accident,' but he knows there is no way he would be able to get the researcher to believe it was anything other than on purpose. While it might make him feel better, especially with Verstael watching him like he is some kind of minion in need of specific direction, Regis resists the urge and takes the higher road in this matter.

Besides, there's really no fun in it if there is no way to get Verstael to believe it wasn't on purpose.

Once the desk itself is settled, he begins to reach into the Armiger to pull the chair free, but stops figuring he had better give the wary scientist a warning first.]

I'm only bringing the chair out. Unless you would prefer to kneel when working at that desk?

[original_is_best]

[He left some room and kept a wary eye on Regis. When Regis stopped to tell him he was taking the chair out he was surprised. Perhaps he thought Verstael was armed and would attack. Truthfully he was defenseless at the moment, beyond what an average man of his size could do.

Palm up, he twirled his hand in front of himself, indicating that Regis should carry on.]

I've no plans on standing up while I work. No one needs that amount of exercise.

[Because he always worked.]

[kingkingcxiii]

Perhaps you should work a little less then, so you don't burn your brain out.

[With no more hesitation, Regis pulls the chair from the Armiger and settles it at the desk. He then turns toward the bed and gives it an appraising look.]

I don't suppose you have a screwdriver available so I can take this apart, do you?

[original_is_best]

[He, in turn, gave Regis an appraising look, as if he was determining whether he should trust him with a screwdriver.]

...Indeed, I do.

[After speaking following a hesitation, he moved to the other room, opening his door to enter 'his room' and dig through his tool box, bringing back a rather old and well-used screwdriver. Having worked with tools long enough, he was pretty good at guessing the size he needed.

Then he hesitated again to actually hand it over.]

You're not simply going to transport it as you did the rest?

[Are you up to something, Regis?]

[kingkingcxiii]

A bed is a fair bit more difficult to carry than a desk.

[Honestly, Verstael. You may be smart, but you have little common sense, apparently.

Regis takes the screwdriver without waiting for a response and kneels by the bed. In a surprisingly short amount of time, he's figured out the best way to take apart the frame so it can be banished into the Armiger, leaving him only the mattress to carry back to the house.

Honestly, compared to figuring out how to do maintenance on the Regalia, this is nothing.]