[He doesn't answer her right away because he's busy rubbing his face on Apocalypse. Apocalypse is a good, loyal cube, so it's just kind of... allowing this to happen, and trying to remain level so the box sitting on top of it doesn't fall off. Its catface flickers on to stare at Naminรฉ with a vaguely pleading look.]
... I don't know. I think... I'm hearing textures. It's impossible to describe.
[He contemplates this for a moment longer, then pulls his face off of Apocalypse to stare at Naminรฉ again with a curious expression. All that cube-nuzzling made his hair pretty staticky, though. Some of it is still sticking to the side of his cube.]
Ah... you're actually very pretty. Can youโ move your arms out of they way? It's a bit difficult to see.
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... I don't know. I think... I'm hearing textures. It's impossible to describe.
[He contemplates this for a moment longer, then pulls his face off of Apocalypse to stare at Naminรฉ again with a curious expression. All that cube-nuzzling made his hair pretty staticky, though. Some of it is still sticking to the side of his cube.]
Ah... you're actually very pretty. Can youโ move your arms out of they way? It's a bit difficult to see.