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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 4:10 pm
It was a bright, warm day in Middling, and Valeriu couldn't have been more angry about it.
Personally, he enjoyed the sun. It made work all the nicer, people tended to smile more, and life was generally just more enjoyable.
During his lunch break (for of course he'd returned to construction work immediately, and nothing Tezcatlipoca could say could sway the new teenager from putting his new-found strength and height to money-making work), it was relaxing to weave through the marketplace stalls. While the sun was shining, and the fruits were fresh, he could almost believe that he still fit into this city lifestyle. Almost, if not for the predator's instincts tickling at the back of his mind and the tail swishing by his heels.
But he wasn't angry about that. He'd made his choices, as crazy as the results had been.
No, he was angry that it was sunny because Tezcatlipoca would not stop complaining about it. The god had been far more talkative in the past few days - surprising, as their bond was a mostly silent one, save for the few brief, to-the-point conversations.
They didn't chit-chat, didn't pal around, and Valeriu was perfectly fine with that. He thought Tezcatlipoca had been fine with it as well. But something seemed to have gotten under the man's skin, because he was almost obsessive about nagging today.
This is an infestation. Look at all these vermin milling about. Every good day, ruined by mortals and their multitude of spawn.
Valeriu wasn't sure when he'd discovered that the god had a sense of humor, or a rather large streak of mischievous cunning, but he knew the exact day he'd found out Tezcatlipoca could actually whine. Whether it be about how hot the sun was (what did it matter to the god? Valeriu was the one out in it!), how closely packed the marketplace was (again, why did he care?), or how Valeriu chose the most mundane of jobs to do when he could be out conquering the city (he had to pay the electricity bill first, thank you very much).
The truth was, the god bitched like a woman. Regardless, Vale was not about to inform him of this - Tezcatlipoca was still a force to be feared, and he wasn't about to forget it anytime soon. For all his childish tendencies, the god was dangerous, and could quickly turn serious and cruel and wrathful.
So he sighed, and kept his mouth shut, and tried to tune the man out for the time being. Prowling through the stalls in search of the cheapest meal items, he couldn't help but wonder what was making the god so agitated.
It wasn't like there was anything in the market that created a force field of annoy-ability strong enough to affect the mood of a god, after all. That would be just silly. It was probably just god-PMS. That time of the millenium, or something.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:04 pm
I distrust this marketplace. It's too crowded. Too many people you can't read.
Quinn rolled his eyes. Quetzalcoatl had been fidgety ever since they had entered the marketplace, and it was really annoying to have a presence in your head fidgety. He looked up at the sun, though, and grinned. He was going to get a nice tan, today.
And why do you insist on not wearing a shirt? Even a small amount of cloth protection can mean the difference between life and death.
Quinn groaned, and hoped that it would be over soon. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to let the feel of the sun lift his mood up, at least a little. It helped a little, and he grinned and resumed walking through the crowd. He was hoping to find some new paints to buy, as his last 'business arrangements' had worked out favorably.
Suckers.
Suddenly, the feathers on his arms bristled and stood up on end. Quinn shivered, despite the warmth.
Ugh. What was that?
I'm not sure. Stay on your toes.
The godling looked around for anything out of the ordinary, and spotted a teenager who looked about his age, walking through the crowd. It would have been normal, except for the tail between his legs.
Is he in the game?
Damn.
What?
He didn't get a response right away, so he went to just analyzing the boy. "Oo, he's cute!" Quinn, this single fact the only thing he had to go on, grinned, and hooked his thumbs through his belt loops, so that his arms wouldn't cover his torso as he made a beeline through the crowd toward the boy.
What is he doing here?
What are you talking about?
Damn.
I heard you the first time!
His otherwise casual stroll was somewhat hindered by the fact that every step he took was into another person in the crowd, but he still managed to make it near the teenager. His feathers bristled again, but he ignored it.
"Uh, excuse me," the godling called, "I couldn't help but notice a strange...er, protuberance from your pants. And not the usual kind," He laughed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:50 pm
Those people over there look diseased. Tezcatlipoca now insisted on pointing out the flaws of each and every single person in their line of sight.
That ee's a terrible thing to say, he replied with disinterest, his chastising falling on deaf ears as the god continued to feign disgust at the size of one man's nose.
He was just about to grab any lunch and leave, just to shut the man up, when he heard someone call him. His ears, previously laid flat against his head at the clamor of the market, pricked up and swiveled towards the voice before the rest of his body made the transition. Needless to say, he was surprised - not many people addressed him anymore outside of work.
"Hn?"
What met his eyes was a rainbow.
A walking, talking rainbow. He had to blink away the surprise once before his sharp red eyes realized that the rainbow was actually a teenager in disguise, sporting multi-colored feathers and no shirt.
Unless the other teen had a fondness for gluing plumage to his body, this was another godling.
He turned more fully to face the teen, tail tip flicking to and fro warily. He knew enough, now, to tread lightly around other Players.
"And I can not help but notice that you have feathers stuck ee'n your skin," he carefully replied, voice calm and low as he surveyed the teen in more detail. If this wasn't a godling, he could easily dismiss him. If it was another Player, then...
He wasn't quite sure what then. Fight him? In the middle of a crowded market? It didn't seem like the wisest idea.
He heard his god draw in a long hiss at the sight of the boy.
It can't be.
Can't be v'hat?
There was something about the god's tone that screamed 'sadism' to Valeriu. Something that met at a crossroads between furious and excited and malicious and wicked. He, young mortal that he was, didn't understand how a voice could hold so much hate and glee at the same time.
But the god wouldn't answer, gone silent for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:10 pm
"I do indeed!" Quinn laughed and held up his arm, displaying the feathers proudly. "They're real, too, I promise," He promised, lowering his arm again. Quetzalcoatl, now silently fuming, sat at the back of his mind. The godling did his best to ignore him.
"My name's Quinn," he flipped a chocolate covered espresso bean from his pocket to his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds, "And I'm more interesting than most of the people here." He said this bluntly, and with only a hint of pride. "What's your name?" He held out his hand to shake the other teen's.
You are making it extremely hard to function with your craziness in there. What's your problem? ...Hello?
Quinn sighed inwardly, but maintained a smile at the teenager. A quick glance over the boy was almost like looking in a fun house mirror. Only it was more like, a de-fun mirror, where everything was a lot less colorful than it really is. 'Objects in mirror are duller than they appear' sort of thing. Quinn felt like he was looking at his opposite. It was interesting, but slightly unnerving.
He was almost positive the other boy was a godling, at this point, and he was eager to learn more about him. Better to make friends than enemies, he thought.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:37 pm
Cheerful. Very cheerful.
Valeriu was dubious. Out of all the godlings he had seen that night, none of them looked quite so carefree as this one. Or as brightly colored. Compared to Vale's own dark tones, it was probably jarring to see them side by side. No wonder the marketplace dwellers were giving them more space (or perhaps it was because two mutants were talking in their midst, one of which looked particularly dangerous and the other looked particularly insane).
Maybe he was insane. That would explain a lot - especially the shirtless part.
This situation was getting more and more bizarre. Almost like déjà vu, or fate, or destiny, or whatever crazy plans the gods decided to concoct to mess with mortals.
Still, it took a lot to derail Valeriu, and after a moment's pause he complied and shook the other teen's hand.
"My name ee's Valeriu. I am probably not more ee'nteresting than most of the people here," he answered, a wry undertone to his usually serious way of speaking. "And yours?"
The moment their hands touched, however, Valeriu felt a deep chill emanate from the mirror in his chest. Tezcatlipoca may have decided to stay silent, but he communicated in other ways. What this signified, Valeriu wasn't sure.
Probably nothing good, knowing the god.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:54 pm
Quinn's necklace shocked him lightly when he touched Valeriu, and he barely managed to hold in a wince.
"...I already said my name, silly." Quinn laughed, and folded his arms over his chest. He waved as a little girl passed by, staring at him, oblivious to how odd the two of them looked in the middle of the crowd. "And you have a tail. That's pretty interesting. Most people don't have tails. Or feathers, for that matter. I don't think I've ever met you before, have I? I usually hang out at The Scene, sorry if I ever scammed you out of any cash, it's life. I really like your eyes. They're cute, in a sort of depressing, abyssal way," Quinn babbled nervously, his god's anxiety getting to his already fast-talking personality, "Do you like my tattoos? I do them myself. I'm an artist, you know. Speaking of, I do lots of grafitti work all around town, my signature's a butterfly. Do you like animals?" Finally coming to a halt, he took a deep breath, and smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry. I talk a lot." He looked down on the ground in an overly cutesy way, his foot trailing circles in the ground. "It can be annoying sometimes." Quinn grinned at the floor. Make them think you're an innocent kid, they'll keep talking.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:26 pm
Valeriu had not realized you could dizzy from disorientation just trying to keep track of a conversation. But there it was.
Then again, he didn't talk much himself. Maybe he just lacked the practice.
Or maybe this guy just talked too much.
Still, he was a good listener. He took another pause to collect his thoughts while giving the boy a more critical look over.
Where did he keep all that air?
"Yes, I suppose ee't ee's interesting. No, I don't think v'e have met. Thank you, I think they are frightening. Yes, they are v'ell done. Yes, I like animals. And yes, ee't can be annoying." Although his sentences were clipped, short, and to the point, Valeriu himself was in a rare state: that of curiosity.
"And I did not mean your name. You are a Player, right?"
Curiosity killed the cat, you know.
So I have heard. V'hat do you v'ant me to do v'ith this? Mentally, he motioned to what he was sure was another godling. Especially with the odd mannerisms - what normal teenage boy would babble so much or do that foot thing like children do? He could feel his god mulling it over, could almost see him weighing the different commands he could give the boy.
Wait. For now.
Valeriu could do that. Here, though, was too crowded and too open. If it came to blows, or even if they simply discussed the Game, the marketplace was not the place to do it.
Nodding towards the emptier streets in a clear invitation, Valeriu decided he could skip lunch for that day.
"V'alk v'ith me?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:11 pm
"Forward, aren't we?" Quinn laughed and nodded, following Vale.
What are you doing? Don't follow him into an alley! That's a stupid, idiotic thing to do. Stupid.
Words hurt, Mr. Q.
I'm sorry. But...this boy. I don't like him. Be careful.
Quinn rolled his eyes, and jogged for a second to catch up, as he had lagged behind while talking to Quetzalcoatl. "Yah, I'm a player," He laughed for a second, then said, "Oh, you're talking about the Game! That's a different thing entirely, forget I said that." He gave Vale a look that insinuated that it was a purposeful joke in the first place.
"I assume you are, too, since you know about it. But that's just a guess. I won't pretend to know anything!" He laughed. "I mean, I make lots of friends, but whoopdeedo, I'm gonna have to like, beat them at some point if I want to win. I dunno. The whole thing is odd in general, you know? Of course you know, you're in it. Though, I guess you might not think like I do. What cool things can you do? I've seen some other players do some neat stuff. I like seeing new fun tricks! What's your...thing?" Quinn cocked his head to one side, smiling at the other teenager.
Is that good enough for you? I'll figure out what he can do so I can be prepared for it later.
Good idea. It's less stupid than your last one.
Words hurt, Mr. Q.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 11:11 pm
The more he talked to Quinn, the more confused Valeriu became.
He was a serious boy. He didn't laugh or smile that often, he didn't indulge in friendly conversations, and every thing he did had a purpose. If he went out, it was to go to work or buy supplies. If he came home, it was to take care of Sydni and keep the house running. He couldn't remember the last time he spent his free time doing something fun - working at construction sites was fun enough for him. He enjoyed it.
But he didn't read books, or play games, or hang out with friends (if he had time to have any). He didn't laugh or joke with people, and he only ever talked to adults.
This was a bizarre situation indeed.
"I suppose ee't v'as pretty assertive of me, but the marketplace ee's too crowded," he confessed, slowing his long-legged and assured stride down slightly for the other teen to catch up. His dark tail waved along behind him like a low-flying banner, balancing out his gait like it would for any other feline. At Quinn's joke, however, his serious countenance broke into puzzlement, giving the other godling a bemused stare.
"V'hat other player v'ould I mean?"
Your parents taught you nothing, Tezcatlipoca interjected.
Do not ee'nsult my mother or my father. They have taught me plenty.
Sometimes I forget that you were only ten.
How could you forget something like that?
Well, you're a pretty dull boy. Courageous, yes. Intelligent, yes. Strong, yes. Otherwise I would not have chosen you. But you are a very dull boy. All work and no play.
Valeriu could've cared less, and directed his attention to more interesting matters.
"I am a Player as v'ell, I suppose," he answered carefully. "And the Game ee's...perplexing. I v'ill never know v'hy the gods decided to play it how they do. But they are gods, and v'e are mortals." He shrugged.
Reveal nothing.
V'hy not? People v'ill know sooner or later v'hat I can do. There ee's very little use ee'n hiding.
Not if you kill all witnesses.
He fell silent at that; his god was all too serious. If need be, and he was ordered to fight Quinn using his powers, the god would make sure he killed each and every single person who might have seen. It was a disturbing notion for the teen, and a scenario he fervently wished to avoid.
"Ee'f I told you, I v'ould have to kill you," he replied, utterly deadpan. Almost hurriedly, he was quick to add on, "No offense meant."
Yes, obviously that would help to not scare away the first godling his age he'd met in a while.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 2:11 pm
"Kill me?" Quinn looked at him strangely, "Okay. Whatever. That'd be a bit of an overreaction, though, don't you think?" His mind was quickly distracted by other matters.
"Chocolate?" Quinn pulled out an espresso bean and held it out to the other boy. "Careful, they'll make you kind of hyper. I'm used to them, and I'm crazy anyway, but...You know. Here, you can have a bunch, I've got more." Before Vale could protest, the teen pulled out his bag of them and shoved them into the other's hands. "They're really good. Try some!"
That many espresso beans would probably kill a normal person. How many of those bags do you have?
Four. Well, I did. One, now, I ate the others yesterday.
...I see. Look, this boy's god is...let's just say, not one of my favorite people. But, to be honest, You will probably lose a fight with him, if it resorts to violence. I would rather you...demeaned him emotionally.
What do you mean?
Well, you are a self-proclaimed 'player', are you not?
You are a terrible person. But, it sounds like fun. Will do!
"A player. As in, manipulator. You know, like with...er..." Quinn realized the boy had no idea what he was talking about. "Nevermind. So, why did we come back here? Something in particular, or you just wanted me alone?" He grinned mischievously at the other godchild, and adjusted his steps so he was walking noticeably closer to the other boy.
"We could go get some ice cream, if you wanted. I know this really nice guy down in The Scene. Kind of a long walk, but worth it for his mint chocolate chip!" Quinn laughed, his conversation topics gravitating towards food once again. His stomach was a bottomless pit.
This is going to be harder than you think, Quinn. His god is probably coming up with ways to mess with you as we speak.
Have some faith, Mr. Q. I got this!
Quinn hooked his thumbs back in his belt loops, and stopped suddenly. "You know what? Let's go down this way. I have some art I want to show you in The Scene, anyway. Do you have some time to mess around?"
Yah. That sounded platonic.
Shut up, that came out wrong!
No, it didn't.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:44 pm
Bewildered at the sudden gift, the dark-haired godling nearly fumbled the bag for a moment, ears twitching up at his surprise. He handled it almost gingerly, as if it were some strange and alien object resting in his tan and callused hands. Valeriu looked from the bag to Quinn to the bag again, confirming that yes, it was meant for him to have. When the other boy didn't reclaim the bag immediately, he tentatively tried one of the beans, pleasantly surprised by the flavor. Especially the bitterness - more than chocolate and sweet things, he had a fondness for bitter things.
"You are right. They taste very good," he commented, trying another one with less hesitancy. He flashed a quick, small smile - almost nothing more than a quirk of his lips, but it was grateful and sincere and more honest than anything else in the city. "Thank you."
Giving Quinn a strange look right back at the boy's comments, he automatically moved to put a few more inches between them, naturally wary of surprise shankings. As nice as the boy was, Valeriu still didn't trust him not to stick a knife between his ribs. "Of course I v'anted you alone. Crowds are no place for two godlings to meet and talk." Too dangerous for them, and too dangerous for the innocent bystanders.
Somewhere in his mind, he could hear Tezcatlipoca starting to chuckle at some hilarity the bored god had found.
"The Scene?" Truth be told, Valeriu had never been there, and had never had the urge to visit from what he had heard of it. When the other godling stopped, he paused as well, glancing down the way Quinn had mentioned. Ice cream and art both sounded ridiculously appealing right now, especially on such a warm day. He hadn't had ice cream for a while.
And he hadn't had a person his age to eat ice cream with in even longer.
He couldn't, though. This was just his lunch break - afterwards, he had to get back to work. They hadn't wandered too far away yet, but the Scene was too far to go and make it back in time. He had to be responsible.
But for the first time, Valeriu wanted to be irresponsible. Already his mind was reasoning it out; he could make up an excuse, he wouldn't be missed when it came to such a large site to build. He could cut work, just for today. He could spend more time with this potential...friend?
Something in his thoughts roused the scheming god, and it felt as if the man had abruptly sunk claws into his brain in a harsh reprimand. He came down like a hard wall.
Friend? You think you can be friends with this boy? The god's voice had lost its humor, all ice and steel. This is the Game, Valeriu. You are my Player. And sooner or later, I am going to have you kill that spawn of a rainbow.
You made a deal with me, boy. You know the rules.
Don't get attached. To anybody.
Tezcatlipoca was right, of course. The god dictated his alliances, not his own personal preferences.
"I am sorry, but I cannot," he apologized, zoning back in on the conversation. "I have v'ork to get back to soon that I cannot miss, or else my boss v'ill yell at me." The man did have the tendency to go red in the face at the smallest things - Vale skipping work, no matter the excuse, would send the man into a seizure fit.
Yes, this option was definitely the smartest. And then his mouth proved his intelligence wrong.
"Maybe the next time v'e meet up?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 7:14 am
Quinn grinned happily as the boy ate the beans, especially seeing as itw as the first smile he'd seen out of him. "Keep the bag! Like I said, I have plenty," and, he supposed, someone high on espresso was a lot more likely to listen to him. Quinn looked at the boy oddly.
Is he really that dense?
Apparently.
Quinn rolled his eyes at the other boy. "Really? Is that the best you can come up with? 'My boss will yell at me'? Yah. Right. Like it would totally be the first time you'd ever been yelled at ever. Oh, no, the mean old boss will yell at me!" the godling scoffed. "If you didn't like me, you could have just said so. I would have paid for the ice cream, too."
Quinn stuffed his hands in his pockets and glared at Vale, turning towards the alley and walking with deliberate slowness, slightly hunched over. "And I thought we could be friends, too!" He muttered, loud enough so he could be sure the other boy heard him.
Quinn suppressed a smirk. "Yah, right. You don't want to hang out again. Don't even pretend, I get it." He kicked at the ground and resumed walking down the alley towards The Scene. Quinn was pleased with himself. If this worked, then it proved that he could manipulate the boy, God or not. If it didn't, he was out a bag of espresso beans.
You never pay for anything, Quinn.
He doesn't have to know that!
Just for good measure, he stretched up high in the air, showing off his bare skin in the sun as he walked.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 11:09 am
For a moment, it was all Valeriu could do to try and process what just happened.
Invited out + polite decline = offend other person?
This hadn't happened before!
Except that had been with adults. Mature, understanding adults. It had been too long since he'd dealt with anything else (excepting his sister, of course). Snapping out from where he had been struck dumb, staring in stunned perplexity at the other boy's back, he made a quick decision before his god had the chance to rail at him.
"V'ait!" He loped after Quinn. "Ee't ee's not that, not at all!"
What are you doing?
I am...trying not to make an enemy before v'e have to kill him?
Oh really? The god's tone said he didn't buy that for even a second. Even to Vale, the excuse sounded weak. But the claws didn't come back down, and after a moment he heard the god give a snide snort of amusement.
Humans. You are always so worried about offending people.
When no more comments or punishments were forthcoming, Vale took that as a go-ahead, stepping up next to Quinn and trying not to fidget awkwardly with the bag in his hands.
"I am not lying, really. I v'ould like to see your artwork." He was no good at apologizing, and he knew it. It was startling enough to accidentally hurt someone's feelings - the fur on his ears and tail was frizzed from the surprise of it as it was, and he ran a hand over his ears in frustration. Expressing himself was not a life skill he had learned. "I simply cannot miss v'ork. I am the only one to take care of my house, and my little sister." How could he explain that, without parents, it was all he could do to keep the house running and Sydni cared for?
This was like walking on a tight-rope, tail or no tail for balance.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:53 pm
Quinn winced. Having to take care of his house? His sister? Quinn sighed, because he sympathized. He paused, mulling over thoughts hin his head. "Look. If I can get you out of your job today with your boss's consent, will you go? Everyone deserves a day off, and I have a plan. Take me to your boss, I'll handle things!"
What are you doing? This looks suspiciously like you're helping him.
...It's the easiest way to get in his pants?
Fair enough. Continue.
"That's responsible of you. Taking care of your sister. It's kind of like that with my mom." Quinn smiled weakly. "She just kind of...sits around all day now. I make sure she has food, but she doesn't really talk, either. I don't know what happened. Just...really depressed." He looked down at the ground, dramatically. "But, I don't want to burden you with my issues. Don't worry about it. Have another bean!" He laughed, and adjusted his step so that he was walking closer to the other boy again.
We need to be working, not telling him your life story.Look, if he trusts me, it'll be easier.
His god won't be as kind. I doubt you'll get anything out of him, Quinn.
He has thinking other than what his god says! I'm sure he'll talk.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 7:42 pm
Valeriu thought on that, looking at the colorful boy next to him.
Quinn was pretty lithe, and definitely had an outrageous color scheme going on. But the boy was upbeat, and talkative, and probably far too persistent for his own good. He'd have been smarter not to approach Valeriu in the first place, just by looking at the felinistic godling.
Then Valeriu thought about his boss. The foreman was an easily riled man, full of bluster and punch to back it up. He was a perfectionist at his job, and expected top quality results out of every worker in the construction crew. The man was completely no nonsense; when Vale had shown up on his office doorstep after his absence, taller and older in ways he shouldn't have been, his boss hadn't even blinked at the change and had put him right back to work. He was strong, barrel-chested, and could yell until he was red in the face over the smallest mistakes.
Valeriu mentally put those two together – Quinn, rainbow-colored Quinn, trying to convince his boss to give him the rest of the day off as the man's face started turning redder and redder in anger.
He snorted in what was unmistakably laughter, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I think ee't ee's best I keep you two far a'vay from each other. I cannot see that meeting ending v'ell."
Plus, he didn't trust the boy that much yet, nice as he was. He wasn't about to put the lives of his coworkers into danger in order to get a half-day off. As far as he was concerned, no one else needed to know which site he worked at. Those men and women were the closest thing he had to family nowadays.
At Quinn's confession, he threw the boy a sidelong glance, thoughtfully gazing back down at the bag of espresso beans.
"Ee't ee's hard, da? But I believe things v'ill get better. You should too." Flashing another faint smile, he held out the open bag in offering to help cheer the boy back up. "I cannot eat all these by myself. Food tastes better v'hen shared."
He could sense, rather than hear, his god latch onto what he deemed a 'good' idea, judging by the waves of amusement coming from the back of his mind. The god had been quiet so far, watching their interactions with a wicked gaze.
Mentally, he sighed. The man was about to do something Valeriu didn't want him to do.
I want to find out if I know who his god is, for sure.
And...? At least it wasn't asking him to kill Quinn yet.
And I want you to speak for me. Just one little message. He could hear the catty smirk underlying what his idea of 'one little message' was.
Alright. Though he didn't know how that would lead to Tez finding out for sure.
He had a terrible feeling about this.
"By the v'ay, my god has, ah...something to say. To yours. I think."
Why couldn't gods just speak to each other like normal adults? This was beyond childish.
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