[... good lord. How is he supposed to find anything in that?]
[Not that he's one to talk. If it weren't for Darkleer and RoboEquius picking up occasionally, he probably would have smothered to death under a pile of robot parts by now.]
[Equius doesn't say anything, but RoboEquius, with an exaggerated eyeroll, strides over to the dresser and starts moving things around, carefully sorting them as he does.]
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[Not that he's one to talk. If it weren't for Darkleer and RoboEquius picking up occasionally, he probably would have smothered to death under a pile of robot parts by now.]
[Equius doesn't say anything, but RoboEquius, with an exaggerated eyeroll, strides over to the dresser and starts moving things around, carefully sorting them as he does.]