"No need to be so formal, nu?" Lev says, but sorta under their breath, since they're coming to accept that something's gone horribly wrong with language everywhere else and they'll just have to get used to everyone you'ing them. They follow Magne down the alley. "And uh, gloves ... gloves would be nice. Thank you."
They look back over their shoulder, but it seems no one and nothing is in pursuit.
"And I mean like, about the stars? I'm not sure? About the ... star-beasts, like. But like, I'm kind of a creature of the stars too, like everyone else is, I suppose ... but like, nu, it seems to be more obvious with me?" They point to the ocelli upon their forehead, the ones arranged like a trio of stylised stars, or maybe a fancy tripartite star. "So I wonder ..."
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"No need to be so formal, nu?" Lev says, but sorta under their breath, since they're coming to accept that something's gone horribly wrong with language everywhere else and they'll just have to get used to everyone you'ing them. They follow Magne down the alley. "And uh, gloves ... gloves would be nice. Thank you."
They look back over their shoulder, but it seems no one and nothing is in pursuit.
"And I mean like, about the stars? I'm not sure? About the ... star-beasts, like. But like, I'm kind of a creature of the stars too, like everyone else is, I suppose ... but like, nu, it seems to be more obvious with me?" They point to the ocelli upon their forehead, the ones arranged like a trio of stylised stars, or maybe a fancy tripartite star. "So I wonder ..."