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Ok, Somsnosa, it’s your t - Dedusmuln was quickly interrupted by confusion. – Where’s the D10?
-*Crunch* I don’t know. – Pongorma said, upon being stared at.
-Pongorma… Open your mouth. – Somsnosa muttered, unsurprised. And so he did, a few shards of acrylic falling off his mouth. – Oooh my god...-
-Soms, let him be, he was locked in a vault for so long...- Wayne began patting Pongorma’s head.
-Thank you, Wayne. Would you like a D6? – Pongorma put his right hand on his chest, and his left on Wayne’s hand.
Somsnosa and Dedusmuln leave eventually, and for thirty minutes, Wayne And pongorma, chewing roughly on all the dice, sat on the same position.