9S' smile grows wider, though the stranger's reluctance to reveal his contract doesn't go unnoticed.
"That's how long mine was when I signed up," he affirms, before reaching back to pluck his walkie talkie out from under his coat.
The walkie talkie looks exactly like some old world technology from home, but since it was the Ringmaster who created it, he hasn't been able to really modify it the way he would've been able to if it was actually technological in nature.
"To tell you the truth, I don't use this device the same way everyone else does," his lovely robot secretary answers for him, "but I can still run you through the basics." 9S shoots the stranger a sidelong glance. "If you won't tell me your contract, then at least tell me your name. We're all working together for the Carnival while on contract, after all."
no subject
"That's how long mine was when I signed up," he affirms, before reaching back to pluck his walkie talkie out from under his coat.
The walkie talkie looks exactly like some old world technology from home, but since it was the Ringmaster who created it, he hasn't been able to really modify it the way he would've been able to if it was actually technological in nature.
"To tell you the truth, I don't use this device the same way everyone else does," his lovely robot secretary answers for him, "but I can still run you through the basics." 9S shoots the stranger a sidelong glance. "If you won't tell me your contract, then at least tell me your name. We're all working together for the Carnival while on contract, after all."