“Jaaa, Gumisaan,”waaa, such a lazy expression!; but seriously, he can’t help it. He was even at 76% battery — “consistent performance” or whatever — but mentally, he felt exhausted. Drained. Irritating;; Rolling over, the second synth tossed a crunched up music sheet in her direction, hair flopping off his face ‘cos he was laying upside down.
"Do y’ think CRYPTON would let us install a slide to the main floor?"
[ She had been throwing carrot coins up in the air, trying to get them to land in her mouth for the last hour…? Two hours? There were a lot of carrot coins on the floor around her. Bo-oring. ]
–crunch!
… … . -!!
[ A delayed reaction, but still a reaction. With widened eyes she gave a lost expression. Maybe she was a little too into her game. Was she drooling?! What time was it? What day was it?! ]
[★]-“A-A slide? I dunno, it depends. Would it be a swirly slide or one of the ones where you pick up a buncha speed and go swo–osh?”
