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[ is outside, sitting on one of the decorative rocks, head craned up towards the sky. eyes are closed; looks to be relaxing in the sunlight & the occasional breeze more than being stranded outside his own home.

a look of discomfort still flickers across his face, however, whenever the said breeze brings him a whiff of the lysol mopped onto the door. but he endures, knowing it would only be a few more hours 'til the smell has subsided enough for him to approach. ]