Si Hon stretched his back, leaning forward then back, the crack of it audible over the rain. "How exactly are you going to help me?"
「ACTUALLY.」 A pause. 「I DON'T KNOW. ಠ∀ಠ」
"HOLY SHIT YOU'RE STILL USELESS!"
「Oh, fuck you.」
He was already moving— a crewmember at the far railing getting swept toward the edge by a thin tentacle, Si Hon teleporting behind them and slicing through the appendage before it could complete the arc.
The crewmember stumbled, caught themselves, looked back at him with an expression that was equal parts grateful and confused.
Well, seems like he didn't give a fuck. Since He was already somewhere else.
Systemy drifted along behind him, unbothered.
「Host. I mean Si Hon.」
"Yeah?"
「Your speech pattern feels different.」
ಠ_ಠ.
「Anyway. You've been using Multi-Directional Movement wrong.」
Si Hon redirected another tentacle with a swing that sent it crashing into the railing instead of the deck crew. "What do you mean wrong? I've been using it fine—"
