littletaoheir | (no subject)

[[Okay~
Normal = Men.
Italics = Poko.
Bold = Hao.]]

O-Okay, Bocchama. I think it’s on now. Perhaps we should call for help?

Mine.

Are you sure, Bocchama? You might break it. Perhaps I should hang onto i-

Mine!

A-alright! Here you are, Bocchama. Now just be careful-

[Sounds of the Comm being smashed against the floor.]

Bocchama! P–please!

[All speech muffled as the unmistakable sound of the comm being shoved into Men’s mouth is heard.]

Bocchama! You must take that out of your mouth!

Hungy!

[The comm is spat out]

Hungy! Mama! Men want food, Mama!

B- Bocchama, your mother isn’t here right now. You know that.

Hungy! Want food! Poko! Men want food!

Y-yes, Bocchama, I know, but-

Want! Want! Want!

[And so begins the wailing~]

Ren, I think I have something of yours.