( Shealtiel pauses for a very long time. He glances between the files, the boxes, the miscellaneous corner of office supplies, the hole in Fukuda's head, and back again in a circle. Hm.
This guy can talk, so he's probably not a zombie. So he's just like that? He's not one to judge, but now he's second guessing what he has to ask for, and Shealtiel quietly brings up a hand to cover his mouth like that might help. )
no subject
( Shealtiel pauses for a very long time. He glances between the files, the boxes, the miscellaneous corner of office supplies, the hole in Fukuda's head, and back again in a circle. Hm.
This guy can talk, so he's probably not a zombie. So he's just like that? He's not one to judge, but now he's second guessing what he has to ask for, and Shealtiel quietly brings up a hand to cover his mouth like that might help. )
A holepunch.
( He says it so quietly. )