...I-it, uhhhhm...
(Wheezes nervously and paws at his head.)
...I—I have within me a divine soul, i-incubating in my—my... uhhhm... physical form, m-my flesh, and it—... someday, I will—I-I will emerge from—... t-transcend the, uhhhm... h-human existence a-and become the god I was destined to be, and—... and, uhhhm... b-because of this, many—many things I do don't make sense t-to, uhhhm... myself and—and others, a lot, but... b-but yes, they are still—... s-still valid things...
(...yyyyyeah that's a crazy right there)
...Heh! So you are. I assume the trenchcoat is the source of this, then.
(Peers blankly down at Cloud, not immediately recognizing him as such and giving him that borderline-predatory stare. From this angle, you can kinda see his eyes, and AAAAAAGH BAD BAD BAD
◊, so light blue, the irises are almost white, and bulging unnaturally from the cranium.)
…
(Feels very guilty now.)
...Um...? Hey... Sorry, I didn't—... Frickin', um... I just kinda assumed there, and like, I don't... I don't mean anything bad... Are you okay...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Eheheh. You should probably see a dermatologist about that, you know.
...Uhhhm... I-I am a god, is... is what I'm trying to—to say...
(Wheeeeeeze.)
…
(PALPABLE GUILT)
...Oh... O-oh geez, hey, it's—... I'm sorry, really, you can, like... have 'em, I understand now and I really, seriously, like— for real don't mind, and I'm sorry if I—
(HONK HONK)
...What the FRICK is that noise!?!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-this just makes her more annoyed-
Shut up, you murderer!