Voicetesting, and... probably homeless for now. :a

[nobleone]

[He's here, sitting. One arm resting across his propped up knee and surveying even the slightest of movements from the corner of his eyes, but keeping his main attention on the one he was speaking to.]

You're nervous. I get it. [A small, sweeping gesture with his hand to hint a minimal amount of impatience, before he continues.] But you can't keep making me sit here.

Throw me into something, or let me get back to work.