[The feed is blurred before it is settled on top of a shelf, or a counter. Sean's face pops up and he smiles, just a bit, a small smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes bleary and his hair askew. When he speaks, his voice is lower than it usually is and a little bit husky due to waking up once again after a long bout of sleep.]
Hey. It looks like I'm
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