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"Yes! Orphos takes care of me," the nine-year-old replied.

The figure turned to face Galaxian, in a half-defensive kind of stance. They were a little on the shorter side, standing around five feet tall, with a stocky frame. They wore a simple cloth shirt  that hung loosely off their body and dark pants. On their face was a mask in a familiar style, in the visage of a raccoon. It only obscured the top half of their face, and bright, curious red eyes stared at the god from behind it. Thick,fluffy black hair stuck out every which way, bouncing slightly as they stuck out a hand clad in a fingerless glove for Galaxian to shake.

"Hello," they greeted warmly, as if they were strangers having a casual conversation on the street instead of a house that neither of them lived in.