"What's the matter?" Cassius asked through voice transmission.
Opal hung her head a little low. Slightly curling her candy-red lips, she clenched onto his robes even tighter. However, seeing as she was still unable to figure out how to voice transmit back, she threw up some gang signs.
"Hmm?" Cassius's irises pulsed in confusion. "I'm sorry, but I still can't understand sign language. But here—I'll take out a piece of paper and have you write down what you're trying to tell me."
Opal shyly nodded, finding it a bit difficult to return his overbearing gaze.
FWIP!
Appearing in front of Cassius was a blank piece of paper; it fell to the stone bench and settled down before him. He picked it up and showed it to Opal.
"I'm going to create a pencil as well," he said while gently handing the piece of paper to her. "Wait… you know how to write, don't you?"