Akane fell completely silent, her processors whirring audibly as she tried to make sense of what Hamuko had just said.
She met Death?
Like—actually met Death? Like how they could talk to other Shadows and entities in their world? That was… new.
Zenkichi, still lingering in his own thoughts, finally let out a deep exhale and ran a hand down his face. He gave Hamuko a long, tired look, then turned slightly toward Akane, whose optics were still flickering, before glancing back at Hamuko again.
Then, completely deadpan:
“…Alright. I’m just gonna ask—do we need to get you tested for drugs now?”
He gestured vaguely with one hand, his tone somewhere between sarcastic and exhausted. “Like, I appreciate a good story as much as the next guy, but maybe next time, y’know... use a little less spice next time?”
If he didn’t joke, he was probably going to start questioning way too many things at once.
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She met Death?
Like—actually met Death? Like how they could talk to other Shadows and entities in their world? That was… new.
Zenkichi, still lingering in his own thoughts, finally let out a deep exhale and ran a hand down his face. He gave Hamuko a long, tired look, then turned slightly toward Akane, whose optics were still flickering, before glancing back at Hamuko again.
Then, completely deadpan:
“…Alright. I’m just gonna ask—do we need to get you tested for drugs now?”
He gestured vaguely with one hand, his tone somewhere between sarcastic and exhausted. “Like, I appreciate a good story as much as the next guy, but maybe next time, y’know... use a little less spice next time?”
If he didn’t joke, he was probably going to start questioning way too many things at once.