[His brows furrow further with every word she says, but in as much confusion as annoyance. He has... no idea what Last Fantasy or D&D are, but the rest of it--this girl, whoever she is, couldn't just make that up. How could she know Tuuri, when she'd died senselessly in a wasteland months ago, when neither of them had never ventured from Keuruu before--
He can't help it; he slams his hands over his ears in agitation, something like a whine leaving his throat without him meaning it to. This is too much and none of it is making sense, he can't process it all, begin to make sense of it--]
Stop!
[Yeah, sorry Ami, he's having a fit, please stand by.]
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He can't help it; he slams his hands over his ears in agitation, something like a whine leaving his throat without him meaning it to. This is too much and none of it is making sense, he can't process it all, begin to make sense of it--]
Stop!
[Yeah, sorry Ami, he's having a fit, please stand by.]