[Sneaky Pete Takame doesn't have anything to worry about. Harding's out like a light, his chest gently rising and falling as he snores like a busted engine. His breathing is shallow, but every so often his chest rises a little quicker as he inhales a little too much air.
His aviator sunglasses sit perched on his nose, shielding his eyes completely.]
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PeteTakame doesn't have anything to worry about. Harding's out like a light, his chest gently rising and falling as he snores like a busted engine. His breathing is shallow, but every so often his chest rises a little quicker as he inhales a little too much air.His aviator sunglasses sit perched on his nose, shielding his eyes completely.]