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[turbedon]

[A far too cheerful sounding voice pipes up over the Network, the owner of it nowhere to be found in Liminal Space in a rather telling way.]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking-

Everyone okay? Anyone gone missing after the last Jaunt?

... Any newcomers we need to get off the brainway asap? Because just arriving and then being run over would really not be astrous. At all.

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[flatteries]

At least I won't have to worry about not standing out..

[ Bright blue hair and all. It sort of stands out inbetween all these much darker cars racing by..

.. although he still doesn't sound too happy. He's probably wrinkling his nose a little in a pout, even if it's not visible like this. ]

Don't laugh at me though..!

[turbedon]

I didn't laugh. Out loud or here.

[flatteries]

That's easy for you to say when I don't have any way of seeing whether you did or didn't laugh out loud..

[turbedon]

So you won't take my word for it? Ouch, dude. That hurts.

[flatteries]

[ There's a small pause.. a pause where Inigo probably genuinely feels bad for a moment. Congratulations, you figured out just how to guilttrip this guy like mad. ]

I-- It was nothing like that! It just sounded that way..! [ He's so easy to manipulate. So, so very easy. ]

[turbedon]

You sure about that? [So. Amused. Going to keep doing the injured puppy 'voice' for good effect.]

[flatteries]

Of course..! I-- I mean, do you truly view me as the sort of man to accuse someone for no reason at all?

[ Even though you would totally do that in the middle of a flustered fit, Inigo.. ]

[turbedon]

You just did. [Amping up the sad brain waves there, just for extra kick.]