Don't worry, Kira. I never, ever forget my promises.
[The :) can almost be heard in his voice, but it's not entirely friendly - it feels blank, almost artificial. A sting of static electricity arcs off where Kira's fingers touch the radio.]
But my priests are some of my favorite toys. They play house with each other, and throw sand at people, and act like they know so much. So I don't mind if they try to make words up for me, I don't think.
Just remember, they're my toys, not yours. If they stop working right, I can fix them. But if someone else messes with them...
[ the radio sparks, an odd clicking noise coming from within it. after a moment, the noise dies away. ]
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[The :) can almost be heard in his voice, but it's not entirely friendly - it feels blank, almost artificial. A sting of static electricity arcs off where Kira's fingers touch the radio.]
But my priests are some of my favorite toys. They play house with each other, and throw sand at people, and act like they know so much. So I don't mind if they try to make words up for me, I don't think.
Just remember, they're my toys, not yours. If they stop working right, I can fix them. But if someone else messes with them...
[ the radio sparks, an odd clicking noise coming from within it. after a moment, the noise dies away. ]