[From here, Armin can see there is something there, the slight glare of bright letters blinking in and out of existence catching his attention. He can't see what it says though, not from this position. He shifts slightly, bringing up his wrist to read it, and immediately his face discovers new shades of red, hitherto unknown to man.
The letters on the device are a bright, glaring right. As bright red as her skimpy little negligee, a small, ridiculously persistent part of his brain cannot help but point out. The word on the display is short. Just four letters. It's plain. To the point. No question about what the command is.
And yet he doesn't immediately answer her question. It's just... really embarrassing, okay? But at the same time, he knows there is no sense in keeping it hidden. It's very clear from the state of the room and the lack of exits that whoever put them here has no intention of removing them before they've carried out their task. As unpleasant as this situation is, they are both in it together, neither to blame and both about to share the burden of it. She has as much a right to know as he does.
And in any case, if she marches over and grabs his wrist, she's going to be able to read it just as plainly as he can.]
It's, uh. [His voice sounds odd to his own ears. Like it is sticking in his throat.] It says ... oral.
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[From here, Armin can see there is something there, the slight glare of bright letters blinking in and out of existence catching his attention. He can't see what it says though, not from this position. He shifts slightly, bringing up his wrist to read it, and immediately his face discovers new shades of red, hitherto unknown to man.
The letters on the device are a bright, glaring right. As bright red as her skimpy little negligee, a small, ridiculously persistent part of his brain cannot help but point out. The word on the display is short. Just four letters. It's plain. To the point. No question about what the command is.
And yet he doesn't immediately answer her question. It's just... really embarrassing, okay? But at the same time, he knows there is no sense in keeping it hidden. It's very clear from the state of the room and the lack of exits that whoever put them here has no intention of removing them before they've carried out their task. As unpleasant as this situation is, they are both in it together, neither to blame and both about to share the burden of it. She has as much a right to know as he does.
And in any case, if she marches over and grabs his wrist, she's going to be able to read it just as plainly as he can.]
It's, uh. [His voice sounds odd to his own ears. Like it is sticking in his throat.] It says ... oral.