[What would a dango-like voice even sound like? Is what he would ask if he had any insight into her thoughts-- which he does, unfortunately, at least enough to guess that something doesn't sit right with her. She's staring up at this freakish thing, with more expression than he's ever seen on her face (and yet still not enough given the situation). That she couldn't recognize this so-called dango god, but is wearing this un-Ferris-like expression, must mean that it is not the dango-like voice she has come to associate with her made-up dango god.
...
Ugh.
That whole line of thinking is proof that he spends way too much time with her, that he's already figured out exactly what's gotten her so worked up.
... That whole line of thought has also exhausted him, mentally, and he wants very much to leave this Ferris Land and never look back.
Even so, dango god or not, this is completely not his doing and still somehow all on Ferris. But as he stares up at this creature, exasperation heavily weighing on his face, then back at Ferris, he can see that this is going to be an ordeal. Because Ferris, for the first time since he's met her, appears to be... in shock.]
And there you have it. Maybe this thing is the actual manifestation of what all that dango is doing to the inside of your body. Mm. Question is... well, the same one I've been asking because I knew this was your fault all along- how do we get out of here?
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...
[No response? Well, he could tell she's in shock, but enough that his words can't reach her?]
Hello?
[He waves his hand in front of her face.]
Ferris? You in there?
[This would be the perfect time to take a nap, actually. With Ferris mentally out of commission, he might get a decent amount of sleep!]
Okay. Wake me up when you're back.
[Completely unfazed by the grotesque statue now, especially because this just became a golden opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep, he slowly stalks off towards the pile of dango cushions in the corner of the room.]
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Ugh.
That whole line of thinking is proof that he spends way too much time with her, that he's already figured out exactly what's gotten her so worked up.
... That whole line of thought has also exhausted him, mentally, and he wants very much to leave this Ferris Land and never look back.
Even so, dango god or not, this is completely not his doing and still somehow all on Ferris. But as he stares up at this creature, exasperation heavily weighing on his face, then back at Ferris, he can see that this is going to be an ordeal. Because Ferris, for the first time since he's met her, appears to be... in shock.]
And there you have it. Maybe this thing is the actual manifestation of what all that dango is doing to the inside of your body. Mm. Question is... well, the same one I've been asking because I knew this was your fault all along- how do we get out of here?
...
...
[No response? Well, he could tell she's in shock, but enough that his words can't reach her?]
Hello?
[He waves his hand in front of her face.]
Ferris? You in there?
[This would be the perfect time to take a nap, actually. With Ferris mentally out of commission, he might get a decent amount of sleep!]
Okay. Wake me up when you're back.
[Completely unfazed by the grotesque statue now, especially because this just became a golden opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep, he slowly stalks off towards the pile of dango cushions in the corner of the room.]