[Blankly, he nods. He doesn't really process the guns, except for how some of the parts look sharp, and that freaks him out even more.]
Could, could I...? [But he doesn't even wait, he maneuvers to the couch and then sits down, supporting his head with his hands and trying again to breathe deep. Lucemon floats over the guns, frowning.] It keeps happening, I'm trying, but I'm. Freaking out.
[He doesn't really have a name for it other than that.]
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[Blankly, he nods. He doesn't really process the guns, except for how some of the parts look sharp, and that freaks him out even more.]
Could, could I...? [But he doesn't even wait, he maneuvers to the couch and then sits down, supporting his head with his hands and trying again to breathe deep. Lucemon floats over the guns, frowning.] It keeps happening, I'm trying, but I'm. Freaking out.
[He doesn't really have a name for it other than that.]