Well, that’s definitely one of the most ominous things he’s heard all day. Which is saying something with how this day has been shaping up.
Daylight clears his staticky vocoder to address any nearby spirits who could still be around. Judging by Rosintante's reaction to something he must have missed. “Hey there, buddies! Nice to run into you all in a place like this.”
He slowly looks around, trying to find someones to properly address. No luck too far but his optics have been frizzing out on him. Perhaps it’s best to just… address the room in general. He continues to talk, doing his best to help Rosinante while ignoring the strange and echoing crying that continues around them. “Um… I’m Daylight and this is my friend, Rosinante. We were wondering if you’d, you know, cut that out?”
He stops for a second, trying to recollect his thoughts. The crying is getting really annoying now, distracting him from his train of thoughts. "Because I know we're all tense and stuff but, you know, we don't have to do this. I just think- You know- Maybe you should-“
The crying suddenly pitches into a scream and Daylight visibly flinches, looking scared and shocked for a second as his optics just happen to land on the bookshelf where, unknowingly to him, Rosinante’s own illusions were picking up again. Daylight backs away from part-shock, part-yank from his(?) own accord.
“Sorry, but how can you ignore that for so long? This is awful?” No- That shouldn't be a question. This is awful.
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Daylight clears his staticky vocoder to address any nearby spirits who could still be around. Judging by Rosintante's reaction to something he must have missed. “Hey there, buddies! Nice to run into you all in a place like this.”
He slowly looks around, trying to find someones to properly address. No luck too far but his optics have been frizzing out on him. Perhaps it’s best to just… address the room in general. He continues to talk, doing his best to help Rosinante while ignoring the strange and echoing crying that continues around them. “Um… I’m Daylight and this is my friend, Rosinante. We were wondering if you’d, you know, cut that out?”
He stops for a second, trying to recollect his thoughts. The crying is getting really annoying now, distracting him from his train of thoughts. "Because I know we're all tense and stuff but, you know, we don't have to do this. I just think- You know- Maybe you should-“
The crying suddenly pitches into a scream and Daylight visibly flinches, looking scared and shocked for a second as his optics just happen to land on the bookshelf where, unknowingly to him, Rosinante’s own illusions were picking up again. Daylight backs away from part-shock, part-yank from his(?) own accord.
“Sorry, but how can you ignore that for so long? This is awful?” No- That shouldn't be a question. This is awful.