Writ looked up to the counter again. Damn. He slid down the chair, and went off with his sandwich as quickly and as quietly as possible. He wasn't ready to see them again. As much as he wanted to tell them everything, it wasn't going to happen. It was for their own good. It was the fate of a godling, to only be able to play with those who are like them. Writ sighed, a gloomy frown coming onto his face like a cloud over the sun.

Maybe some other time.