N-no problem, uh... Can—can I get you anything else, or...?
(Nods a bit more and smiles again.)
Yes... I think I am done out here for now. If he is content up there, then so am I. Thank you, sir...
(Slooooowly, clumsily gets up from the ground and starts to shuffle back towards the house.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Basically yes, right?
I don't blame you if you were, sleep's comfy.
-to Babbage- Friends' a bit of an exaggeration.
I literally just met him, kinda.
Fare well, then- Gila.
-he starts to walk into the Forest, when out of earshot he responds- Your offer still stands, does it- the perception of all qualities?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-sighs- Al right.
Something to sober you up, then.
-looks to Babbage- You know any good ways, Mr.B?
I loved every night I had back home when I wasn't on an adventure. I had a pretty comfy bed.
Pretty much the best part of the night.
Mm. That does intrigue me- who, or rather- what- are you? Remind me- I've been pretty- busy.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post"Mm."
"It's not supposed to be. All I know is that, there's a bunch of weird magic people giving other people their power because they can't use it for some dumb reason, to go and fight monsters and stuff. Stuff like, weaving fires hotter than the sun, generate thunderbolts powerful enough to power the world."
"I got literal trash."

"... Fine. I'll talk for a bit."