Russel finally stood, and stretched his arms far up over his head with a long groan. After that was done, he adjusted his suspenders and tucked his shirt back in. With an adjustment in the folds of his rolled-up sleeves, he seemed satisfied with his state of dress. He pushed his hair back out of his face again. He looked up at it, and tried to part it the way it always had been, but it didn't look right. So he tried the other way. "...Dammit..." he muttered.