[Yep. He didn't think that would ring any bells. Well, she asked, so he told her, and that was that. Given that all sorts of absurd things have been happening throughout the competition, from units getting dropped into a jungle or forced to compete for coins in the desert, it's not exactly a stretch to think that Gatekeeper and the P-Association might be involved. In fact, he's sure they are, because who else would orchestrate something like this?
It seems she's off to explore the room, so he'll just polish off the rest of his mini quiche and sip tea for now. Might as well, when he already had one stuffed in his mouth. No drowsiness, no aches, and no shortness of breath or anything so far.
He almost spits out the tea when she holds up those cuffs, though.]
Ugh! How should I know?
[He sets the cup back on the saucer with a clatter, turning his head away as though offended by the sight of that "gift."]
That is not what I want to be thinking about while I eat, thanks! Or ever, for that matter.
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It seems she's off to explore the room, so he'll just polish off the rest of his mini quiche and sip tea for now. Might as well, when he already had one stuffed in his mouth. No drowsiness, no aches, and no shortness of breath or anything so far.
He almost spits out the tea when she holds up those cuffs, though.]
Ugh! How should I know?
[He sets the cup back on the saucer with a clatter, turning his head away as though offended by the sight of that "gift."]
That is not what I want to be thinking about while I eat, thanks! Or ever, for that matter.