[ Because food is gross and he has never had to survive like a human, Rosaria! Gosh! ]
Oh, watch your mouth. No one could afford the price they would have to pay to touch a god.
[ He crosses his arms, scowling half-heartedly at the way she insults his divine form. It's battered and bruised, certainly, but marks of battle were meant to be attractive to humans - weren't they? They were obscenely out of place on his own body, which had never truly been meant to bleed once he'd ascended to godhood, now regulated to require care and sustinence and rest like every other gross creature destined to die eventually.
( She is right, though. He's a haute mess and there's also the whole matter of his personality. ) ]
You work with the local faction, correct?
[ He heads for the door, his little effigy held in curled fist. Might as well ask her about what she does for her stipend. What's expected of her. ]
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Oh, watch your mouth. No one could afford the price they would have to pay to touch a god.
[ He crosses his arms, scowling half-heartedly at the way she insults his divine form. It's battered and bruised, certainly, but marks of battle were meant to be attractive to humans - weren't they? They were obscenely out of place on his own body, which had never truly been meant to bleed once he'd ascended to godhood, now regulated to require care and sustinence and rest like every other gross creature destined to die eventually.
( She is right, though. He's a haute mess and there's also the whole matter of his personality. ) ]
You work with the local faction, correct?
[ He heads for the door, his little effigy held in curled fist. Might as well ask her about what she does for her stipend. What's expected of her. ]