-Hal puts his hands on her shoulders-
Hey, hey. Relax, okay? I went through the same worries when I first ended up here, and so did Maeva. Leaving here is outside your ability to influence, so don't sweat it too much. Otherwise you'll just ruin yourself with nerves.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well I mean, we'll care for you if you need it. We'll show you where the food is, we'll get you a room set up, we'll hang out and keep an eye on you...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ahh better. -comes a monotone out of the gramophone-
The she-demon always seems to think I won't talk. But it's because I literally can't. Every single time. She must be blind as a bat.
Though... admittedly, part of it is a reluctance to talk. Maybe 70%.
Russia?
I had a feeling that was the case.
What year?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYes. The one with red-skin, and white-hair?
Otherwise known as Yuri, I think. But I don't care- she's a demon. Demons are awful.
And I am legitimate in my reasons for hating them, before you call on my prejudice.
I see...
Pretty good tech for the 1980s.
You do vigilante work?
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"H-how do I get back, then? I-I can't stay here, Nanners is gonna... oh, god, I don't even know!"