[The viewport isn't a place where Todomatsu actually spends that much time; usually it's too full of quiet contemplation of the vastness of space, or other melodramatic things of that sort. But after everything that's happened today--after everything this week--going back to his empty room in his increasingly empty suite with it's new, slightly musty odor is unappealing enough that staring out and having it knocked home just how small he is feels a lot more...appropriate.
At his name, he turns and just stares for a beat. Then he pulls up an expression a little closer to friendly, though he doesn't move from his spot huddled in the back corner.]
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At his name, he turns and just stares for a beat. Then he pulls up an expression a little closer to friendly, though he doesn't move from his spot huddled in the back corner.]
...Hi, Clover.