[ Give him a task. Yeah. That's good. Royce breathes out a sigh - presses their faces together a little, just for the reassurance, and then pulls back just enough to look down at the can, staring at it. He runs his fingers over it, trying to figure it out.
It has to do with the pop-top, he thinks. He picks at it almost absently, trying to lift it, and when it gives, he frowns. A beat, then, quietly: ]
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It has to do with the pop-top, he thinks. He picks at it almost absently, trying to lift it, and when it gives, he frowns. A beat, then, quietly: ]
I think you pull on this.