[ There's no singing going on here. Unless you count tapping on a dead screen as some type of musicality. The metal-on-glass noise is distinctive enough. It starts raining. Doesn't matter. Run over what little information you have. There's a voice? No, getting information by talking to people sounds stupid, the wrist tablet's a better option. Removing didn't work. Button combinations failed. Maybe it doesn't read metal- wait why is one of his hands metal??
Then the voice is closer, rain going from downpour status to "downpour, but only on the left side because the kid's incapable of waving an umbrella that high". On Lion's end, it's this weird moment where Whoever This Moron goes from staring blankly at his gloves to shooting them a glare that could end lives.
It falls off immediately.
The ever-present Nothing gives way to... something. It's definitely an emotion. He's seen and heard it from enough people since waking up. But which emotion is the question. He thought he didn't have those? Why this twerp?
He's staring. Shit, abort- ]
No, it's- it's fine. Put the thing down, you're too short.
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Then the voice is closer, rain going from downpour status to "downpour, but only on the left side because the kid's incapable of waving an umbrella that high". On Lion's end, it's this weird moment where Whoever This Moron goes from staring blankly at his gloves to shooting them a glare that could end lives.
It falls off immediately.
The ever-present Nothing gives way to... something. It's definitely an emotion. He's seen and heard it from enough people since waking up. But which emotion is the question. He thought he didn't have those? Why this twerp?
He's staring. Shit, abort- ]
No, it's- it's fine. Put the thing down, you're too short.