[ Rolling his eyes as Jughead heads off to shower, Reggie scoffs and sits himself back down, still annoyed (he'll probably always be annoyed) by being told what to do in his own home. Well, sort of home. Occasional resting place where he keeps some of his things.
But he doesn't turn on more porn, flipping the TV back on to a movie instead. He could just as easily retreat into the spare room in order to give both of them more space, but he's both stubbornly resentful of the idea that he should have to -- he bought this TV, after all! -- and also, there's really nothing else for him to do; going on his laptop or taking a nap or playing video games hold no real interest to him for the moment.
So he sits back, one leg crossed over the other, and defiantly tries to get invested in whatever action movie he's tuned into the middle of. ]
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But he doesn't turn on more porn, flipping the TV back on to a movie instead. He could just as easily retreat into the spare room in order to give both of them more space, but he's both stubbornly resentful of the idea that he should have to -- he bought this TV, after all! -- and also, there's really nothing else for him to do; going on his laptop or taking a nap or playing video games hold no real interest to him for the moment.
So he sits back, one leg crossed over the other, and defiantly tries to get invested in whatever action movie he's tuned into the middle of. ]