While Lucas is busy disassociating during his mental conversation with 427, he completely destroys the suffering addict’s wrists, to the point they’re not quite a secure hold on his arms any longer.
With blood gushing out of the malicious man’s ear around the painstakingly slow insertion of the Viblade, he makes one last desperate effort at self-defense, tearing apart his own flesh as he manages to rip his arms free from Lucas’s grasp by leaving behind the ruined wrists with their respective hands still attached to them in his grip.
Miss Masher is pinning his shoulders down well enough that he can’t quite flail his right arm enough for a
As they stabilized their breathing, Miss Chievous and Miss Masher had lifted themselves fully upright. Miss Masher’s attention has been fixed firmly on the corpse, whereas Miss Chievous stared at Jonathan for a few moments longer before finally looking down at the corpse as well.Lucas is vaguely aware of some quiet murmuring off to the side, but his attention is brought back to those nearby when Miss Masher makes an impressed whistle as she kicks over the corpse.“And here I thought Calc went berzerk when she gets mad. I had a feelin’ you two were playin’ around before, but that was somethin’ else. Tch, right through his endurance, too.” While Miss Masher is saying this, she is grinding her right heel down on the still-attached arm.
While the first bot is still busy with conducting its equipment salvage operations, the second bot walks over upon noticing Lucas putting away his phone. “Greetings esteemed guest. While our establishment’s owner is not present at this time, he wishes to pass along his heartfelt gratitude as well as an offer to discuss compensation for your efforts at your convenience.” As the bot is speaking, it holds out a business card to Lucas.Its actions bring Lucas’s attention back up from the confectionary case and he accepts the card.“Oh, sweet. Hey, couldya pack up everything that’s still fine to eat? As long as it’s not contaminated or got any glass shards in i
It takes Miss Chievous a little while longer to compose herself, but once she does, she walks over to join Miss Masher in burning Lucas’s money. Even though she declared that Miss Calculated needs at least five drinks to get any work tonight, two of them suspiciously end up with more sugar and dairy in them than actual coffee.By the time Jonathan has rejoined the cafe crew, Lucas was already on the phone with Heat-Wave. He has a big smile at first, but as the excessive gratitudes drag on his expression slowly sinks. Seeing his foster father otherwise occupied, Jonathan quickly notices the baked goods boxing in progress, as well as the two sisters ordering an inordinate amount of caffeinate
After waiting a few moments to let Lucas compose himself post exhausting phone call, Miss Calculated walks over, entering into comfortable conversational range with him.“You have ‘an in with Calc,’ hmm?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and an alarmingly polite smile.‘Ah shit, did I insinuate something again?’[Hrmm, not quite. But it was fairly brazen of you. At least you openly said it in front of her, instead of trying to be covert, yet still overheard by one of them.]‘Eh?’ Miss Masher chuckles with an amused smile as she watches Jonathan laying waste to his liquified chocolate with a side of caffeine. After a pause, she turns to look at Lucas again.“Ah, right, about the baked stuff... I was eyein’ that strawberry sponge cake. Nat and Sarah would absolutely lose their minds if I showed up with the whole thing, if ya don’t mind?” Over the course of Miss Masher asking this, both she and Lucas turn to look at the pre-sliced, but otherwise whole, strawberry sponge cake in the display case that the confectionary crating machine has yet to reach. A few of its upright slices of strawberries supported by piped pink icing on top of it had fallen overI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch215 - Baked Goods For Baked People
Once Miss Calculated manages to get her breathing mostly under control, she wipes away a bit of moisture from the corners of both of her eyes and looks at 08 once again.“Ahem, carrying on. How likely do you think it is that your owner would willingly sell at least your core for a reasonable price, but ideally your shell as well, once it is available? Considering he had your core remounted so you could keep working while your body is out for repairs, I assume he noticed that you’re... more developed than usual.” As Miss Calculated finishes saying her observation at the end, 08 sharply rotates its head to look at 23 to click and beep at it at a faster rate than their previous conversations. The glass shard inspection bot sets the box containing the strawberry sponge cake on top of one of the few still structurally sound portions of the counter. Shortly after, 23 collects the Miss Masher-requested beverages, puts them in a cardboard 5-cup holder, then places them alongside the cakebox.“If you don’t have any other requests, that should be everything for you and your companions for this evening, Miss Masher.” As 23 addresses her, it nudges her share of the order towards her.“Hmm? Oh, nice. Yeah, that should be everythin’.” Miss Masher shuts off and pockets her phone as soon as she realized 23 was speaking to her.Once it’s safely tucked away, she lifts up the severed limb that was still hanging off of her shoulder and waves it from side to side. ConsiderinI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch217 - Speedy Search Success
While Miss Calculated and Miss Chievous crowd around Jonathan near one of the sinks in the men's room, Lucas is instead looking at the jagged edges of the forcibly opened section of the wall.'That's... a way bigger opening than he possibly needed. Did he hang out and smash the wall a little extra just for fun?'[...While you were within task range, you weren't close enough for me to monitor his actions at the time. I'd speculate that he was angered by how loud the process was, or with how uncooperative the wall was, so he likely vented some of his frustrations on it.]‘...Yeah, probably...’Miss Calculated making a soft “Ah” pulls Lucas’