There are footsteps, faint, behind Luka as he snaps at Ten. The footsteps stop beside Seven, doing... something? Who is that? What are they doing? The only thing that's certain is that Seven's breathing slows now that they're there. Luka's tears will finally slow, changing to a gentle weeping. A few tears at a time, not the sobs it had started as.
Ten is the one handling Luka, and they're going to make a point of their intentions here. There's the soft sound of the haptic vibrations on their phone as they rapidly type their next response.
"We are going to end this game Seven is being used in." They allow the phone to finish speaking before they bring it up to their face and push it in where their mouth really should've been, but wasn't. The phone vanishes into their mass and, in its place, a few small holes open up.
A few moments later, the very-much-still-Microsoft-Sam voice comes out from their newly created artificial mouth. They're definitely typing inside their mass now, they don't need to waste a hand on this. Social media, however, is going to go wild about Ten's dietary habit of apparently eating phones.
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Ten is the one handling Luka, and they're going to make a point of their intentions here. There's the soft sound of the haptic vibrations on their phone as they rapidly type their next response.
"We are going to end this game Seven is being used in." They allow the phone to finish speaking before they bring it up to their face and push it in where their mouth really should've been, but wasn't. The phone vanishes into their mass and, in its place, a few small holes open up.
A few moments later, the very-much-still-Microsoft-Sam voice comes out from their newly created artificial mouth. They're definitely typing inside their mass now, they don't need to waste a hand on this. Social media, however, is going to go wild about Ten's dietary habit of apparently eating phones.
"Do not shoot them again."