[Well, at least Mai is?! Fukami's tensed up, a couple of his tentacles closer to the surface, coiled in the case he needs to smack something out of the air and strangle it a little.
But apparently they're just dropping off shit. And by that I mean a bin.
It bobs close to the two of them and Fukami narrows his eyes at it. Okay. He'll just stretch out a tentacle or two and carefully feel inside of said bin, careful in case it'd close like a steel trap. Nope. No trap.] Hm.
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But apparently they're just dropping off shit. And by that I mean a bin.
It bobs close to the two of them and Fukami narrows his eyes at it. Okay. He'll just stretch out a tentacle or two and carefully feel inside of said bin, careful in case it'd close like a steel trap. Nope. No trap.] Hm.
[And then the robots play their recording. Huh.]