[Luckily for Gundam, Fuyuhiko is in their room. He's laying on his futon, idly rolling a tennis ball back and forth between his claws. His own laptop is sitting atop the dresser, still open to his private channel.]
[He looks up when Gundam enters the room, catching the ball under one of his newly-scaled hands.]
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[He looks up when Gundam enters the room, catching the ball under one of his newly-scaled hands.]
What's up, kyoudai?