[ he can make out some of it, but the echo and the distortion make it difficult to parse. for the first time he finds himself wishing his hearing was as sharp as it was at home, and the feeling only deepens when he hears someone who sounds just like him say mr. ou.
he bristles, jolting closer—making him right on time for what comes next. the figures, the dancing, the strange song stick out, though he doesn't know what it all means.
he waits for a while to see if any images come back. presuming they don't, he'll pad slowly back to where bilibili bijili is. ]
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he bristles, jolting closer—making him right on time for what comes next. the figures, the dancing, the strange song stick out, though he doesn't know what it all means.
he waits for a while to see if any images come back. presuming they don't, he'll pad slowly back to where
bilibilibijili is. ]