[It's annoying but tolerable, albeit it does make him wonder exactly what kind of mess this is. The Speedwagon Foundation, for all of its clean money, still harbors some secrets that he doesn't know about -- not that he cares to know either, admittedly. It has nothing to do with him, and he'd rather just go through the motions of the work he's supposed to do and end his day with a bottle.
Then there's this shit, whatever it is. He doesn't say anything as he's tended to, but it's still weird the wound in his throat is just gone. He really thought that was going to be it for him, but somehow it healed.
He's absently touching his neck when he hears the question. Recount what happened...
It appears again, the slim purple being. It sounds like a dial-up modem and a ringing signal. There's a timer on its brow, and the numbers are rolling until it's changing shape like it did before.
The face it chooses makes him scramble back, pointing, having no idea that the medical staff won't be able to see it.]
What the fuck is that thing?!
[Abbacchio, stai attento! It rewinds with that face, playing the same clip, the same face, the same voice.]
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Then there's this shit, whatever it is. He doesn't say anything as he's tended to, but it's still weird the wound in his throat is just gone. He really thought that was going to be it for him, but somehow it healed.
He's absently touching his neck when he hears the question. Recount what happened...
It appears again, the slim purple being. It sounds like a dial-up modem and a ringing signal. There's a timer on its brow, and the numbers are rolling until it's changing shape like it did before.
The face it chooses makes him scramble back, pointing, having no idea that the medical staff won't be able to see it.]
What the fuck is that thing?!
[Abbacchio, stai attento! It rewinds with that face, playing the same clip, the same face, the same voice.]