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Lanky young Nobody folded up (and there's really no other description for how Exalmus sits) on a couch over here. He's got his hands out in front of him, looking rather intently focused on - what, exactly? Nothing there. There's also a look about him that suggests that, even if he can't quite get to 'angry', he's going to give 'annoyed' his best try.
"...Why can't I get anything to work?" he asks, after a while. "If there's something you're supposed to be able to do, but no-one knows quite what it is... how do you do it?"
Sigh. This is going to be hard.
"...Why can't I get anything to work?" he asks, after a while. "If there's something you're supposed to be able to do, but no-one knows quite what it is... how do you do it?"
Sigh. This is going to be hard.