Garrot might have been more unsettled by Four's faces if he wasn't just utterly done with the monster's nonsense. A phone call, now?! It's probably just the Monster Banker trying to get in his head over a game that's still obviously just rigged. Or it's Four, hiding in the darkness and waiting for Garrot to lower his guard.
Fuck that.
The Monkey Knight takes a step towards case 13, ready to pick stick to his guns and end this bullshit. But then the phone rings, so Garrot... ignores it after a moment of scrutiny. His strides get him to the case he'd chosen, and it's. Fucking locked!! So Garrot huffs, and his giant scalpel-spear disappears as his eyes dart briefly to the phone, still ringing. Ugh. So he walks towards case 12, loudly groaning when it's also locked.
Why the fuck are the cases even here?!
A weapon rematerializes, this time a traditional, one-handed broadsword. He'll need to be able to defend himself while he's on the phone, after all. Deep breaths, Garrot, stay frosty, he reminds himself, taking special care to listen to his surroundings. Four's gonna do something dangerous, he's convinced. But his free hand picks up the phone, and his aggressive apathy is apparent from the get-go.
"What?" The Monster Banker, or just Four with a different voice, would have to be in on this bullshit to be on the other side of this magic phone that came from nowhere. So Garrot's got no patience for any of this; the only reason he didn't just hang up is because part of him hopes the Banker will be easier to work with.
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Fuck that.
The Monkey Knight takes a step towards case 13, ready to pick stick to his guns and end this bullshit. But then the phone rings, so Garrot... ignores it after a moment of scrutiny. His strides get him to the case he'd chosen, and it's. Fucking locked!! So Garrot huffs, and his giant scalpel-spear disappears as his eyes dart briefly to the phone, still ringing. Ugh. So he walks towards case 12, loudly groaning when it's also locked.
Why the fuck are the cases even here?!
A weapon rematerializes, this time a traditional, one-handed broadsword. He'll need to be able to defend himself while he's on the phone, after all. Deep breaths, Garrot, stay frosty, he reminds himself, taking special care to listen to his surroundings. Four's gonna do something dangerous, he's convinced. But his free hand picks up the phone, and his aggressive apathy is apparent from the get-go.
"What?" The Monster Banker, or just Four with a different voice, would have to be in on this bullshit to be on the other side of this magic phone that came from nowhere. So Garrot's got no patience for any of this; the only reason he didn't just hang up is because part of him hopes the Banker will be easier to work with.
And maybe easier to kill, if it comes down to it.