[Midnight's voice is blissfully muffled, and Alhaitham would have to really focus to try and make out his words.
Unfortunately, he can still read lips.
There is a bristle that runs up his shoulders until he's stiff, looking baffled before he reminds himself that Midnight is probably just looking for a reaction and he's saying whatever he thinks will get it.
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Unfortunately, he can still read lips.
There is a bristle that runs up his shoulders until he's stiff, looking baffled before he reminds himself that Midnight is probably just looking for a reaction and he's saying whatever he thinks will get it.
Alhaitham clicks his tongue, turning away.]