It was a strange comment that he wasn’t missing out on anything, not remembering much, if anything, of Babylon’s civilian half, and Valhalla gave him a strange look for it. If he and Paris had gone to Alaska of all places to bring Babylon back, then he had to mean something to them, right? Maybe he would take some more time later, when the storm wasn’t about to wash them away to try and talk to him more.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Valhalla said, taking a step closer to Babylon and holding out his hand to at least show that he meant what he said with a handshake, or something… “If you already know me and Paris, you should let me know when you’re free. I’m sure Paris would want to cook for you as thanks, too. But yes, that’s all, and we’re good. Now let’s get out of here before the skies open up.”
Silverah
Wanna end it? <3 Or I can post once more, too!
