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When Party flicks on the visual he's somewhere--it looks like a cafe of some kind--and he's glancing suspiciously at everyone, looking more than a little jumpy.
"They're actually hamsters," He points out, before deflating altogether--his already slouched posture sags, his sigh comes across more tired than defeated, and he pauses. But just like that he's composed himself again, scratching his hair. The barista Extra hands him something--it looks like an all-too sugary coffee drink--and Party waves her off. He's been drinking and eating a lot more thanks to a certain curly haired thief and a cowboy cop, after all.
"They pop up often, fellow prisoners?"
[PRIVATE-TEXT-GWEN RAIDEN]
Did you listen to it?
"They're actually hamsters," He points out, before deflating altogether--his already slouched posture sags, his sigh comes across more tired than defeated, and he pauses. But just like that he's composed himself again, scratching his hair. The barista Extra hands him something--it looks like an all-too sugary coffee drink--and Party waves her off. He's been drinking and eating a lot more thanks to a certain curly haired thief and a cowboy cop, after all.
"They pop up often, fellow prisoners?"
[PRIVATE-TEXT-GWEN RAIDEN]
Did you listen to it?