He says them out loud instead of texting, a snarl on his face. Futaba's Persona hovers ominously on the edge of his vision, and he can just see the tentacles coming out for him.
No- no, it's not real fucking- get it together- he's on a mission here.
Scanners stretched thin, he forces himself to continue his round, stomping through the grass.
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He says them out loud instead of texting, a snarl on his face. Futaba's Persona hovers ominously on the edge of his vision, and he can just see the tentacles coming out for him.
No- no, it's not real fucking- get it together- he's on a mission here.
Scanners stretched thin, he forces himself to continue his round, stomping through the grass.