[ He sniffed back his guilt. He didn't throw it, GLaDOS. It... hit the bed a little too hard, bounced, and smacked into the wall. ]
But! Yeah. Gotcha.
[ He's about to drop the machine down on the desk, but stops himself short and slowly places it down. Maybe he could be reckless elsewhere, but Teach has a helluva grip and he wasn't about to be subjected to that again.
He pushes the top open to start the machine up and looks back to GLaDOS. ]
There's one thing I really wanna learn before anythin' else: Can you show me how to make messages private?
[ Because he ain't got a clue. Recent events have made Sonic realize he's going to need more discretion. ]
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[ He sniffed back his guilt.
He didn't throw it, GLaDOS. It... hit the bed a little too hard, bounced, and smacked into the wall. ]
But! Yeah. Gotcha.
[ He's about to drop the machine down on the desk, but stops himself short and slowly places it down. Maybe he could be reckless elsewhere, but Teach has a helluva grip and he wasn't about to be subjected to that again.
He pushes the top open to start the machine up and looks back to GLaDOS. ]
There's one thing I really wanna learn before anythin' else: Can you show me how to make messages private?
[ Because he ain't got a clue. Recent events have made Sonic realize he's going to need more discretion. ]