Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
Bastien's words ring around their head, making Osozo step back, look at the mystery, the pieces they had from a different perspective. And like this, it seems so simple so obvious, that it's a wonder none of them had the thought in the first place. Why, they wouldn't even have to worry about the code, the order it was meant to be in, or the strange string of numbers Aisha had found.
"Oh, I think I know what to do!" Osozo steps close to Oliver, hand coming out to ask for the case silently, the tips of their hair brightening to a delighted pink as a mischievous grin spreads over their lips. "May I?" If the other man gave up the case, Osozo would lift it up to their face, as if examining it closely, then smash it to the ground as hard as they could, bypassing the lock in the simplest, least elegant way imaginable.
Osozo asks for the case from Oliver so they can smash it on the ground and reveal what's inside without messing around with the code
"Oh, I think I know what to do!" Osozo steps close to Oliver, hand coming out to ask for the case silently, the tips of their hair brightening to a delighted pink as a mischievous grin spreads over their lips. "May I?" If the other man gave up the case, Osozo would lift it up to their face, as if examining it closely, then smash it to the ground as hard as they could, bypassing the lock in the simplest, least elegant way imaginable.
Osozo asks for the case from Oliver so they can smash it on the ground and reveal what's inside without messing around with the code
