hm. looks like he may have his other guardian to thank, then. that, or one of his godly abilities is being a giant.
either way, it seemingly works for him. orion finishes up his work, stepping away, eyes glued to notebook.
“i have my ways,” vague in his answer, he bites down a smug smile.
“i think you could vastly improve this. give it back when you’re ready and i will return it — credit where credit is due, of course.”
an eyebrow raises, mouth slipping into a flat line. “because i have no reason to lie to you. because i am one hundred percent sure that if you try and cross this bridge, it will fall, and you, directly into that ogre’s mouth.”
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amusement twinkles in his eyes, head turned to the side just slightly. he shakes his head, a sign of no ill — will. “no. never apologize for being excited. i enjoyed listening to you. please, i want you to continue, after i answer ——
your own question.”. digits unfurl, move to close his book, the title flashing —— “oryx and crake” by margaret atwood.
“she’s such an interesting writer. i find her predictions for the state of the future to be incredibly ironic, ——
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“a file,” blankly, tapping it with his index finger. “perhaps, more accurately, the files for how they plan to build the newer barns. inspect them.”
a nod of approval, hands placing cup down, curving under his chin. leaning forward, “a good read. is it the familial love that interests you? or the themes of identity and personhood?”
