Rico keeps merrily blasting away, ignoring Rich's little quips and comments. As he's completely oblivious to common horror motifs, nursery rhymes are not that terribly creepy as far as things go. So he doesn't know what the hell he's complaining about.
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop When the wind blows, the cradle will rock When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall And down will come baby, cradle and all-
That's quite enough. "High-ex!" Rico barks, squeezing the trigger with a little more force than necessary. A nearby Abstract Child just a little too close for comfort blows apart in an angry scribble, but only for a second. It reappears back in real space only a moment later, seemingly unharmed. But as it does, it flashes an almost-garbled message to both Rich and Rico, the information entering their brains. Rico jolts back as it lances straight into his mind, and his face freezes for a split second in confusion.
"Lullabies?" Rico echoes dumbly. Of all the things. What even was it? Nothing but an emotional comfort, something sung to coddled children to put them to sleep, who dreamed knowing they were loved and cared for. It takes a second to even remember what it is, being so far removed from any relevance or experience in his life. He shoots it again just on principle, and snarls when it has no effect. Drokk it.
"Nova Prime! They need to be sung a lullaby! That'll put these creeps to sleep!" he exposits, just a tad unnecessarily.
There's a very expectant pause and look after the end of his sentence.
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Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all-
That's quite enough. "High-ex!" Rico barks, squeezing the trigger with a little more force than necessary. A nearby Abstract Child just a little too close for comfort blows apart in an angry scribble, but only for a second. It reappears back in real space only a moment later, seemingly unharmed. But as it does, it flashes an almost-garbled message to both Rich and Rico, the information entering their brains. Rico jolts back as it lances straight into his mind, and his face freezes for a split second in confusion.
"Lullabies?" Rico echoes dumbly. Of all the things. What even was it? Nothing but an emotional comfort, something sung to coddled children to put them to sleep, who dreamed knowing they were loved and cared for. It takes a second to even remember what it is, being so far removed from any relevance or experience in his life. He shoots it again just on principle, and snarls when it has no effect. Drokk it.
"Nova Prime! They need to be sung a lullaby! That'll put these creeps to sleep!" he exposits, just a tad unnecessarily.
There's a very expectant pause and look after the end of his sentence.