'Counting your love letters again?' Like a persistent insect whine, Wolf's voice cut into his reverie - although that choice of words seemed to ascribe too much romance, too much drama to the simple act of staring blankly at his hands while absent-mindedly flipping through his mail.
'Just looking for some bills,' he deflects, rather hurriedly. It's the first thing that comes to mind - but it's really not much of an excuse, not when the gaming team is covering most of his expenses. He can't remember when the last time he bought something for
himself was, honestly; maybe a few months back, when he'd decided he needed something to wear that wasn't just free t-shirts and the same pair of shorts.
Thankfully, she doesn't seem inclined to call him out on this - not directly, at least. Instead, she flops herself down on the couch next to him, looks over his shoulder, and comments, almost a little wistfully,
'Man, you really do get the craziest fangirls.'