[Regardless of how dumb it looks, Soundwave waves his hand back to her. A 'see you soon' wave rather than a farewell wave... If that is even distinguishable.
Once she'a gone, Soundwave transforms back to his alt mode and re-activates his avatar.
He gives Monika ample time to go into her room first and additional time to herself. Well, it's more accurate to say, he needs time to ready himself before heading to where Monika's room is, pacing back and forth in the bustling lobby. Is he overthinking things again? It's just an invitation to a friend's room, so why is there a weird we swelling inside? Maybe it's just the alcohol he's been drinking too much of.
He won't be delaying it for too long, however. He doesn't want to keep Monika waiting for too long
Eventually, she'll get a couple of knocks on her door, before a familiar voice speaks-- Soundwave's holoavatar's voice.]
It's me.
[And so, he waits in front of the door, fidgeting in place, shifting his weight from one foot to another and back. One hand he's carrying a bag full of chocolate and other food he hapzardly shoved inside. As for the mimosas... Eh, the guest here probably helped themselves to them while the avatar was idling. He doesn't bother with bringing those back. But he has a red wine bottle on his other hand.]
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Once she'a gone, Soundwave transforms back to his alt mode and re-activates his avatar.
He gives Monika ample time to go into her room first and additional time to herself. Well, it's more accurate to say, he needs time to ready himself before heading to where Monika's room is, pacing back and forth in the bustling lobby. Is he overthinking things again? It's just an invitation to a friend's room, so why is there a weird we swelling inside? Maybe it's just the alcohol he's been drinking too much of.
He won't be delaying it for too long, however. He doesn't want to keep Monika waiting for too long
Eventually, she'll get a couple of knocks on her door, before a familiar voice speaks-- Soundwave's holoavatar's voice.]
It's me.
[And so, he waits in front of the door, fidgeting in place, shifting his weight from one foot to another and back. One hand he's carrying a bag full of chocolate and other food he hapzardly shoved inside. As for the mimosas... Eh, the guest here probably helped themselves to them while the avatar was idling. He doesn't bother with bringing those back. But he has a red wine bottle on his other hand.]