A soft scoff, or what could possibly have been a cough, leaves him. His gaze is cast in your general direction. Bedman can barely move any part of his body; much less lift his head. He looks like a rag doll, honestly.
Bedman looks at Malos almost disdainfully. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, he stares, almost confused. After a few moments, he finally speaks up.
"Wow, hi," Bedman repeats, as if to mock him.
"Oh, isn't it just? My apologies for having an "awful lot" going on, but I suppose I'm just a touch more complex than your run-of-the-mill simpletons."
He waves his hand airily, gesturing to the towering bed-mech attached to him.
"But I suppose my bed and I can afford to be a bit unique, hm?"
He stares down his nose at you. You're not sure how someone can convey condescension that perfectly from a prone position but... "Who are you supposed to be?
He's a bit rude, please dont mind him :sobbing:
Bedman looks at Malos almost disdainfully. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, he stares, almost confused. After a few moments, he finally speaks up.
"Wow, hi," Bedman repeats, as if to mock him.
"Oh, isn't it just? My apologies for having an "awful lot" going on, but I suppose I'm just a touch more complex than your run-of-the-mill simpletons."
He waves his hand airily, gesturing to the towering bed-mech attached to him.
"But I suppose my bed and I can afford to be a bit unique, hm?"
He stares down his nose at you. You're not sure how someone can convey condescension that perfectly from a prone position but... "Who are you supposed to be?