Having selected one of the wooden chairs with a pad attached to the seat by strings tied at the back, Benjiro carries it in through the doorway and straight towards his desk with a thanks called back when he hears the door shut. He pauses there, grasping the chair lower down with a glance back at Walter when his friend asks about positioning for the stream that he needs to return to in a few more minutes.

“That would make it difficult for you to play with us,” he says with an innocent smile. Back to the chair, he lifts it up and above his monitors to step around the desk and lower it next to the rolling chair once he shifts that chair slightly to one side. Reaching back to retrieve his drink, he plops down to sit in the borrowed chair on the same side as the mouse next to the keyboard centered on the surface.