[ he's just trying to put the bare minimum of decorum and get himself home, honestly. all of these miscellaneous curios are ramping his paranoia up to eleven and taking it out for a joyride. the pictures themselves are horribly invasive, not to mention the apparitional people fading in and out of the pictures like someone took a liberal amount of freedom with photoshop for the express purpose of scaring him out of his wits. he's beside himself waiting for an opening to leave, but ends up cross-sectioned by a mailman dropping off some disturbing fanmail, like it wasn't uncomfortable enough. eyes trained on the photos and myriad of letters in question, he answers out of unconscious habit. ]
You really think so? Isn't all of this kind of weird to you?
[ but he blanches after reading one message, hurriedly shuffling them back only to ... drop his all over the floor in the process ... ]
Y-Yeah, probably! You definitely have me beat.
[ AND THERE HE GOES, vainly attempting to collect all of his notes before someone manages to read the disconcerting contents of each individual note. ]
phase iv!
You really think so? Isn't all of this kind of weird to you?
[ but he blanches after reading one message, hurriedly shuffling them back only to ... drop his all over the floor in the process ... ]
Y-Yeah, probably! You definitely have me beat.
[ AND THERE HE GOES, vainly attempting to collect all of his notes before someone manages to read the disconcerting contents of each individual note. ]