[Initially he had been drawn to her because he'd heard her ask a question, but upon moving in front of her he came to realize he's seen her face before. Granted, maybe that was a dream, maybe that wasn't really real, but he knows her, somehow. He knows it.
But it's weird to say that, so he thinks about the question instead. Arms behind his head, he hums to himself as he frowns at the scratch card.]
They're supposed to be gods and know all kinds of stuff. Guess that counts, too.
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But it's weird to say that, so he thinks about the question instead. Arms behind his head, he hums to himself as he frowns at the scratch card.]
They're supposed to be gods and know all kinds of stuff. Guess that counts, too.