A quick knock on the door as Brendan anxiously shifted his weight from side to side.
"Shit, Contract, are you there? I got here as fast as I could, are you ok? Something happened to your hand?"
There was a small shuffling behind the door, followed by the sound of firecrackers and items being thrown. Familiar and unfamiliar voices echoed through the room, yet the words being said were… muffled. Something about showtime?
However, the moment the avatar spoke, every sound within the room stopped. An eerie silence.
Then, the door cracked open, just a slight, and a familiar head of grey and purple hair peeked out from the slight open doorway. It was a little messy, placed in a high ponytail. To be honest, no one was sure if she even had a room, with all the time she spent in her lab. There’s a first for everything, I suppose.
“Oh, uh. Hi Brendan. Yeah I’m good. The whole being a doll thing. I don’t really feel all that much pain.”
Holding out her right hand- err- right arm out, where her hand should be was an exposed doll joint.
“Wait, did you. Run all the way over here?”