[Dorumon looks over as it's starting to turn to Galra glyphs; there's a beat where Dorumon gives Lotor a questioning look and Lotor just shrugs. Dorumon yawns, rolling over and letting the ball drop to the blanket, and curls up, sleepily gnawing on one of the bones.]
[Lotor, meanwhile, is going through each and every one of those menu options, seeing how much he can get to from them.]
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[Lotor, meanwhile, is going through each and every one of those menu options, seeing how much he can get to from them.]