"Oh." Disappointment was clearly present in her voice, though Indigo thought the wry comment mildly funny."Super old-fashioned and outdated thing, but just maybe..."
Bleddyn began hacking away at Sherri's bracelet at all sorts of angles. She clamped the tool's teethed gears around it and squeezed it shut with all her might. That original tactic soon failing, Bleddyn rebelled from useless normality and took to whacking the offending accessory for a bit.
Over time, the valiant can-opener slowly became warped and significantly less uniform.
Yet, having sustained minimal dents, the obtrusive device remained intact through it all.
"Well, Sherri, this fine thing appears to be a can't-opener."
"I like you," Indigo said. "Don't answer that with opinion," she added quickly. "Let's end this conversation with positivity."
She flung a wrench thing at Bleddyn. "I believe the official name for this is tracking device opener thingamabob.
