[ He's thinking about this like he's not really sure what god this is but there's a ton of New Gods, he's sure there are people following one of them. ]
I feel the same. I don't think there was supposed to be bright lights and, uh, burgers.
Uh. Sort of? We have to ask for batteries and stuff if we need them, but the Tower needs electricity to run, so you could say we have access to it because we live there.
[ he listens to these instructions, and then nods - and thankfully, takes them well, as he wiggles a bit to tie the scarf properly around himself, and then sighs, relieved. it's a tight fit, but he'd rather waddle than be exposed!!! ]
Ah... that's better. [ as he smooths out the little scarf, he looks up and smiles at adolphe, genuine. ] Thank you, kind sir - truly, I appreciate it.
It's a bit odd... I did not expect to die and then immediately lose my clothing.
I don't know. I suppose because my creators encouraged the piano. It's a versatile instrument as it can play both rhythm and melody. [He will defend the piano at least. But if there's more...]
[ this hardly seems to bother him - the obvious skepticism or the statement, and he simply tilts his head to acknowledge it. ]
Young man, I would argue that you wouldn't know the way back any better than I would - but I can see you're the sort that's strong-willed once you've set your mind to something. [ it's said more as a compliment than to chastise him. ] Shall we?
Siffrin's head dips a little, tucking part of their face into the collar of their costume robe collar. A moment of uncertainty. ] But we've just... met? Wouldn't that be weird?
[ To call her something that her friends do when they're technically strangers to another? A hint of worry, puzzlement, and a bit of curiosity in his tone. ]
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