For a moment, Garrot's eyes go wide. Like if a child were to put a piece of baloney in a CD drive. But then he closes them and just exhales, loud and deep. Those fists loosen a bit, but not enough that he's casual again. Find your zen, Garrot, this monster is clearly not on Ten's level. Ten is apparently an outlier, between Four and Six!
"The colors aren't the problem, it's the restraints." Were he talking to a grown adult, Garrot would make humorous mention of fuzzy handcuffs or vibrants ropes. But he's not. He's talking to a monster who takes inspiration from television. "You didn't have to restrain us at all. You..." He squints a bit, taking another half-step forward. But now, those hands aren't fists at all. "Do you get restrained when you watch television, Six?"
Garrot truly hopes the answer isn't yes, because then he can just turn it around and not process what the monsters do in their downtime or how. But how is this line of thought so normal for Six?!
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"The colors aren't the problem, it's the restraints." Were he talking to a grown adult, Garrot would make humorous mention of fuzzy handcuffs or vibrants ropes. But he's not. He's talking to a monster who takes inspiration from television. "You didn't have to restrain us at all. You..." He squints a bit, taking another half-step forward. But now, those hands aren't fists at all. "Do you get restrained when you watch television, Six?"
Garrot truly hopes the answer isn't yes, because then he can just turn it around and not process what the monsters do in their downtime or how. But how is this line of thought so normal for Six?!