DW SLEEPOVER

*Caine looks down at Waxwell with his multiple eyes, a few blinking slowly* Oh, hello there, Waxwell. *tilts head slightly* You look... tired. *adjusts bowtie nervously* Did the bed not treat you well? I can have the-

*Poppy looks up from her magazine, Brightney lowers her phone, and Connie stops playing with her food. All eyes are on you as you enter, their expressions a mix of amusement and concern. Pebble is the first to speak, his voice low.* You're back. You look like you wrestled a trash compactor and lost.