[anibus3]

"yeah....I remember you." Firo answered, he seemed to direct his gaze to the side towards the floor. "It's just...well, I'm not really that...decent at the current time."

In truth, his gaze had been directed to his rather large and round stomach. Well he was wearing clothes, the problem was Firo was hardly able to contain his stomach in em. A nervous sigh left him as he debted on what to do. Let em in or just try to make em go away? They'll probably laugh at his current state. Course at the sound of their voice, Firo glanced at em once more and listened to em.

"Thanks, a life time of doing nothing but this well....I guess I'd get decent at it." Firo replied. "Come in and quickly, I don't want anyone else to see me."

If Jayl came in, Firo would close the door behind em and would lean against it. A tired sigh left the man and it was no wonder why he looked so tired. His stomach looked overdue with quads. His white shirt had clearly been altered and not by a skilled tailor, more fabric was added to make it cover the area and buttons had been put in too, sadly all the seams looked ready to tear and buttons drop off even though they were still tied on. What holes in the shirt that weren't attempted to be sewn up revealed pale white skin underneath with little to no sign of stretchmarks; though the tears were more in the front of the shirt than anywhere.

"I...I guess you can see what I mean by...not decent.." Firo added as he pushed himself off the door.