Technic's Shadow

[soulping]

Comments

[menially]

[What why are we touching hands

Oh wait, yeah, that's right.

He only grimaces in return.]

[codecmoment]

[ Moves it away. ]

Go on.

[menially]

[Exhales deeply first.]

...Later.

Please.

[His voice is tired and slightly pained, but it lacks the bite of impatience from before.]

[codecmoment]

That's not what I meant. I meant deal with... that... thing.

[menially]

[He glances over at it, making eye contact long enough to make him uncomfortable and look back down at his lap.

He is not sure how to deal with the thing, Otacon. '-']