There were nods or noises of agreement from Bonesaw, Burnscar, Siberian and Shatterbird.
Mannequin can’t exactly nod right now, even if he does trust Jack to make it fair.
“Mannequin?”
Mannequin tapped one finger on the blade that still extended from the base of his hand, drawing forth a single ‘clink’.
One clink for yes, two for no?
“That’s five of you in agreement. Crawler?”
I guess that does mean yes, then.
…can Crawler speak? He does have a mouth, at least.
The monster stretched, his musculature rippling. When he spoke, his voice was a rumble of broken sounds that only barely resembled words, “No point.”
Ahh. Not one for games, huh?
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