Gyre gets his answer first, because it's easier, and it doesn't involve getting eaten.
"No." Eight answers Gyre simply, not lowering his phone. If Gyre looks, the screen is off. Black. Nothing on it at all. But he's typing on the buttons. What?
Twelve, meanwhile, immediately begins looming closer as the shield drops. She leans in close, her coils shrinking around the group, until she's mere inches from Luka and--
"Be still." She whispers the demand before her face begins to split, revealing a gaping goopy maw--
And she just fucking messily bites Luka's head. Fortunately for Luka, there are no teeth. Unfortunately for Luka, it's like having his head wrapped in a mop that had been dipped in yogurt. Yogurt that smells intensely like thyme, turmeric, fresh bread, and matcha.
She doesn't stay for long, instead pulling back from Luka after just a few moments so his head blorps out of her terrifying monster maw. As she separates, she's also pulling a sword... right out of Luka's forehead. A long, bright white sword.
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"No." Eight answers Gyre simply, not lowering his phone. If Gyre looks, the screen is off. Black. Nothing on it at all. But he's typing on the buttons. What?
Twelve, meanwhile, immediately begins looming closer as the shield drops. She leans in close, her coils shrinking around the group, until she's mere inches from Luka and--
"Be still." She whispers the demand before her face begins to split, revealing a gaping goopy maw--
And she just fucking messily bites Luka's head. Fortunately for Luka, there are no teeth. Unfortunately for Luka, it's like having his head wrapped in a mop that had been dipped in yogurt. Yogurt that smells intensely like thyme, turmeric, fresh bread, and matcha.
She doesn't stay for long, instead pulling back from Luka after just a few moments so his head blorps out of her terrifying monster maw. As she separates, she's also pulling a sword... right out of Luka's forehead. A long, bright white sword.
...
What.