[ he says it so casually, like he got a haircut. Honestly, he doesn't know what he expected. Sonic sighs, deflating rather dramatically before immediately approaching Choso - conversationally, not mach-speed, no worries - with a concerned wrinkle to his blue brow. ]
How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
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How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
Are you okay?