[Hmmm. Egon frowns deeper. You're really making him use several hundred brain cells that have probably been neglected for most of his life, designated for "thinking about how other people feel about certain consequences". He doesn't feel great about it, for some reason, but then again, thinking about this stuff was never his forte.
Luckily for Egon, he doesn't have to think about it for too long.]
...I--
[The door creaks open, and Kölliker pushes open the door, still clad in Ray's t-shirt and various other articles of clothing slowly being absorbed into her cytoplasm. Her ears twitch as she stares at them.]
< Dad sad? Weird things? Cake? What's happening? >
[She knows what's going on, and she doesn't want to see her dads sad!]
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Luckily for Egon, he doesn't have to think about it for too long.]
...I--
[The door creaks open, and Kölliker pushes open the door, still clad in Ray's t-shirt and various other articles of clothing slowly being absorbed into her cytoplasm. Her ears twitch as she stares at them.]
< Dad sad? Weird things? Cake? What's happening? >
[She knows what's going on, and she doesn't want to see her dads sad!]