[There are rustling noises, and the sound of a microphone protesting the way it does when someone’s not using it the proper way. And he can’t make out anything that looks like her face, only blurry images of what he thought might’ve been hooves a second ago, but at least there’s progress in that she’s no longer yelling at him.
Connor pinches his brows together, squinting down at his watch as if he could puzzle out just what’s happening. He can, in a way.]
I can hear you. Can you tilt the screen towards your face?
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Connor pinches his brows together, squinting down at his watch as if he could puzzle out just what’s happening. He can, in a way.]
I can hear you. Can you tilt the screen towards your face?