[Yeah, that's coming from the small lobby area containing the Non-Fantasy Gachapon. Echo is surrounded by a not-insignificant pile of- what are these things? But a pile of deceptively fuzzy, bright toys.]
Hey, Bio-Cress.
[She's been calling Cress this since day one.]
Any chance you want one of these? Please?
[Echo gives the Singamajig a few sad, demonstrative squeezes.]
One, two, Freddie's coming to get you-
[There's a second's silence where Echo regards the little toy with sudden, extreme caution.]
...Not this one, this one's- we'll find somewhere for this one, somewhere not in anyone's room. Somewhere SAFE.
RNG says we're in murder high
How many of you are there?!
[Yeah, that's coming from the small lobby area containing the Non-Fantasy Gachapon. Echo is surrounded by a not-insignificant pile of- what are these things? But a pile of deceptively fuzzy, bright toys.]
Hey, Bio-Cress.
[She's been calling Cress this since day one.]
Any chance you want one of these? Please?
[Echo gives the Singamajig a few sad, demonstrative squeezes.]
One, two, Freddie's coming to get you-
[There's a second's silence where Echo regards the little toy with sudden, extreme caution.]
...Not this one, this one's- we'll find somewhere for this one, somewhere not in anyone's room. Somewhere SAFE.