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. . . Hnn.
[ A small grunt serves as a precursor to what sounds like a slightly pained breathing pattern. There is silence for a moment, before the sound of shifting filters through, as though he's trying to do something. A few more strained grunts surface, before a sharp cry of pain muffles the sound of a distinct pop.
Almost immediately after the task of relocating that pesky shoulder is done, there is a sigh of relief, and after another brief pause, he seems to shake it off as he starts laughing. His tone takes on a rather taunting, confident edge when he finally speaks, sounding all too amused by the question. ]
Vincent Valentine.
How is your head?
[ A small grunt serves as a precursor to what sounds like a slightly pained breathing pattern. There is silence for a moment, before the sound of shifting filters through, as though he's trying to do something. A few more strained grunts surface, before a sharp cry of pain muffles the sound of a distinct pop.
Almost immediately after the task of relocating that pesky shoulder is done, there is a sigh of relief, and after another brief pause, he seems to shake it off as he starts laughing. His tone takes on a rather taunting, confident edge when he finally speaks, sounding all too amused by the question. ]
Vincent Valentine.
How is your head?