[Wow, language. No, that gets a barely-there huff of amusement out of Tenma—it doesn't seem like people here are in completely dire straits, so he'll take that as... an alright sign. Not a good sign. But a "fair enough" one.
He sets about ordering the stuff in his bag while Daan explains the utter nonsensical nature of this town, offering a few "mm"s and "oh"s throughout. No wildlife: strange. No files: worse. Restocked supplies: fascinating? At least they won't starve, he supposes, although that's only a drop in the bucket.]
You could say that again. [the pickle. but yeah it doesn't make sense either.] I'm sure someone has to be pulling the strings.
[And for a sickening moment he has to wonder if this is somehow another Ruhenheim, if this is somehow the next great slaughter, but it can't be, it can't be, it can't be—
He blinks, and moves a bottle of antiseptic in his bag to more efficiently stack some boxes of short splints. Not that he's nosy about what Daan is collecting over there, but let's be real, normies don't stock up on much more than band-aids and ibuprofen... hm!]
no subject
He sets about ordering the stuff in his bag while Daan explains the utter nonsensical nature of this town, offering a few "mm"s and "oh"s throughout. No wildlife: strange. No files: worse. Restocked supplies: fascinating? At least they won't starve, he supposes, although that's only a drop in the bucket.]
You could say that again. [the pickle. but yeah it doesn't make sense either.] I'm sure someone has to be pulling the strings.
[And for a sickening moment he has to wonder if this is somehow another Ruhenheim, if this is somehow the next great slaughter, but it can't be, it can't be, it can't be—
He blinks, and moves a bottle of antiseptic in his bag to more efficiently stack some boxes of short splints. Not that he's nosy about what Daan is collecting over there, but let's be real, normies don't stock up on much more than band-aids and ibuprofen... hm!]
Are you a doctor?