[Clayton doesn't respond at first - the momentum of his body keeps him going before his possessor, busy restraining Clayton's soul, realizes that he's being addressed. By his real name. That makes this an Orber, and that's significant, isn't it?]
[After the odd pause, he abruptly spins on his heel with a too-wide smile.]
Hey! [Does he know this person? The way Clayton's soul is struggling harder suggests that he does. The possessor digs its heel into his spirit like its grinding a bug against pavement; eventually the memories it wants will come out, one way or another.] What's goin' on?
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[After the odd pause, he abruptly spins on his heel with a too-wide smile.]
Hey! [Does he know this person? The way Clayton's soul is struggling harder suggests that he does. The possessor digs its heel into his spirit like its grinding a bug against pavement; eventually the memories it wants will come out, one way or another.] What's goin' on?