"It's fine I just- I'm just a bit disoriented." It's not fine, he's going to clean it.
He leans in as Cid prepares the Hot Pocket™, picking up the box and peering over it with scattered curiosity and attention.
"Frozen. Why are you putting it in a sleeve of paper?" He's crowding Cid now, watching more pointedly, scowling with concentration on his ministrations. "What does the box do, here?"
Technology, he says.
Clive presses one of the buttons on the face of it, eliciting a high-pitched beep that sends him jerking back just a touch. He drops his hand to his side again, attempting to hide the faint embarrassment of being startled by it.
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He leans in as Cid prepares the Hot Pocket™, picking up the box and peering over it with scattered curiosity and attention.
"Frozen. Why are you putting it in a sleeve of paper?" He's crowding Cid now, watching more pointedly, scowling with concentration on his ministrations. "What does the box do, here?"
Technology, he says.
Clive presses one of the buttons on the face of it, eliciting a high-pitched beep that sends him jerking back just a touch. He drops his hand to his side again, attempting to hide the faint embarrassment of being startled by it.