[...reluctant video / action]
[So at this point in time, Gilbert has realized that expecting anyone to recognize him by voice while he's much younger than he should be isn't going to happen. And well, even with the additional video, well, that helps a little. So he's eying the video feed warily. Housemates and guests? He's in the kitchen at the table, a forgotten cup of tea next to him.]
It still hasn't worn off. ...why hasn't it worn off yet? [A sigh and he leans his arms on the table in front of him, burying his face and mumbling, voice rather muffled.] I need a cigarette.
[He stays where he is, the feed showing little more than the mess of wavy hair and his folded arms. That is, right up until he feels something brush against his leg. He jerks his head up and looks down. There's a quiet "mew" sound audible. This is followed by a girlish startled scream and he shoves away from the table, managing to tip both himself and his chair backwards, disappearing from the video feed.]
It still hasn't worn off. ...why hasn't it worn off yet? [A sigh and he leans his arms on the table in front of him, burying his face and mumbling, voice rather muffled.] I need a cigarette.
[He stays where he is, the feed showing little more than the mess of wavy hair and his folded arms. That is, right up until he feels something brush against his leg. He jerks his head up and looks down. There's a quiet "mew" sound audible. This is followed by a girlish startled scream and he shoves away from the table, managing to tip both himself and his chair backwards, disappearing from the video feed.]