[If Dualscar doesn't particularly want to have the conversation, the Psiioniic definitely doesn't want to listen to it.]
Yeah. I'll be up soon to tell you howw it goes.
[Once the Psiioniic and his drone are gone, Dualscar turns the device back on and makes the call. Twenty minutes of arguing over price, fielding jibes about "finally upgrading," and forcing laughter at jokes that just aren't funny, and he's the proud new owner of a junior helmsman.]
[Immediately afterwards, he makes a call to his blueblood acquaintance, and after ten minutes or so of ritualistic hoofbeastshittery, manages to secure a visit in a few days to have biowiring removed.]
[He goes up to the library to tell the Psiioniic the good news.]
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Yeah. I'll be up soon to tell you howw it goes.
[Once the Psiioniic and his drone are gone, Dualscar turns the device back on and makes the call. Twenty minutes of arguing over price, fielding jibes about "finally upgrading," and forcing laughter at jokes that just aren't funny, and he's the proud new owner of a junior helmsman.]
[Immediately afterwards, he makes a call to his blueblood acquaintance, and after ten minutes or so of ritualistic hoofbeastshittery, manages to secure a visit in a few days to have biowiring removed.]
[He goes up to the library to tell the Psiioniic the good news.]