[Slowly, Doppio begins to calm down - but the Boss’s last remark gives him pause again. His brow furrows]
It’s “mine”...? Oh.
[... Right. Of course. Because they used to be… Because they really were…
For reasons Doppio can’t put a finger on, he feels a cold, crawling sensation creeping into him. Before he can help it, he mumbles, breathless -]
My name’s Doppio.
[And when nothing happens, he feels something else. He quickly realises it’s relief.]
W-We should— talk about something else, right? We should stop talking– Wait, no, I don’t wanna stop talking to you… Uh, just– Give me orders! [... Oh. Yeah. He’s still holding the Boss’s laptop.] Um… Uh, r-restate your orders? If that’s okay?
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It’s “mine”...? Oh.
[... Right. Of course. Because they used to be… Because they really were…
For reasons Doppio can’t put a finger on, he feels a cold, crawling sensation creeping into him. Before he can help it, he mumbles, breathless -]
My name’s Doppio.
[And when nothing happens, he feels something else. He quickly realises it’s relief.]
W-We should— talk about something else, right? We should stop talking– Wait, no, I don’t wanna stop talking to you… Uh, just– Give me orders! [... Oh. Yeah. He’s still holding the Boss’s laptop.] Um… Uh, r-restate your orders? If that’s okay?