Even with the Transistor keeping tabs in the periphery of his attention, he's been keeping an eye on the Slime just in case it decides to unexpectedly heel-face-turn into a problem like Futaba seems to think it will. (He's not sure he's sold, exactly. If anything, it seems like it might be sort of friendly. Sort of.)
But now, after winning several whole sentences out of her at once...he blinks back down at her in a puzzled kind of way. Head canted, brows raised. You've lost him, Foot.]
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Even with the Transistor keeping tabs in the periphery of his attention, he's been keeping an eye on the Slime just in case it decides to unexpectedly heel-face-turn into a problem like Futaba seems to think it will. (He's not sure he's sold, exactly. If anything, it seems like it might be sort of friendly. Sort of.)
But now, after winning several whole sentences out of her at once...he blinks back down at her in a puzzled kind of way. Head canted, brows raised. You've lost him, Foot.]
Pardon?