The redhead didn’t pay too much attention of whom had come into the room while he sat on the floor in the dark surrounded by several of his computers, honey eyes scanning each of the screens at once. He knew someone came in, out of the two other people in the apartment, Seven could clearly make out the footsteps of the person who entered. Those steps were too loud to be Vanderwood, so that left- “MC-” His somewhat serious tone cut off and turned into a startled yelp when he felt something wet roll down the back of his neck and down his shirt. “Gyaaah~!!”
He jumped up off the ground, nearly knocking over the computers while he half danced, half shook around to get whatever-the-heck that was out of his shirt. “What is this?” The hacker stuttered out. He wanted to sound serious, but the amusement failed to leave his tone. Equipment nearly forgotten for the moment while he kept on shimmying.
Boba pearl: Super effective!
As soon as he jumped up and yelled, she started to become a giggling mess. She bent in on herself, straw still in hand as she held a fist to her mouth. Seeing the other struggle to get the pearl out of his shirt, she’s glad she went through with it.
She opened her mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again and let out a wheeze before leaning against the door frame. No, she can’t speak. Seven’s current reaction was too entertaining.
“I should have-” She said between laughs, “Gotten this.... on video.”