[ he watches Abbacchio scuttle off half-dressed into the bathroom without much of a reaction - they've both seen each other in worse states, and Bucciarati honestly assumes Abbacchio wears makeup anytime he goes out in public at all. (He's vaguely aware that he's probably the only person that can get away with barging into Abbacchio's space like this; it's a privilege he nonchalantly abuses.)

Him not accounting for the bear form is a bit more of a problem. Bruno's thoughtful hum is a low rumble in his giant state. ]

No, it makes more sense to buy our own. We can find a more accommodating place to drink. [ he folds his arms. it looks exceptionally silly when done by a bear. ] Frankly speaking, I'd prefer to be outdoors. Will you be cold?

[ he's hit his head on a lot of doorframes like this... but he doesn't want Abbacchio to suffer on account of his Largeness. ]