[A small tone echoes in Bomberman's head again as he watches Sirius work; if he were a musician he'd say the notes dropped a few octaves compared to when he'd run across the disaster in R&D. Though the overall effect is much weaker this time, he once again sees moments of this computer's making, the way it was meant to transcend its mortal purpose and become a celestial artifact (if admittedly a crude and minor one in the entire scheme of things) able to tap into the workings of the Metamorphosis.
But at present Bomberman can't quite retain or even fully understand the details of what he witnessed. The only thing he's pretty sure about is why the umbriolite within the computer's innards seem to wither away at Sirius' touch.
Well, he's also pretty sure that Sirius might be up to something.
But, like.
In a good way.
(He doesn't think then about why his stance on Sirius has suddenly shifted to assuming the best case scenario of the other man.)]
Do you have other plans? [There's a hint of a cheeky grin, a knowing wink when Bomberman asks this. He isn't sure what Sirius has in mind, but Sirius is the expert here, right?]
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But at present Bomberman can't quite retain or even fully understand the details of what he witnessed. The only thing he's pretty sure about is why the umbriolite within the computer's innards seem to wither away at Sirius' touch.
Well, he's also pretty sure that Sirius might be up to something.
But, like.
In a good way.
(He doesn't think then about why his stance on Sirius has suddenly shifted to assuming the best case scenario of the other man.)]
Do you have other plans? [There's a hint of a cheeky grin, a knowing wink when Bomberman asks this. He isn't sure what Sirius has in mind, but Sirius is the expert here, right?]