Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-36159587-20191203002006

Galaxian's blank gaze was focused on the angel being again. "And then...h...he..." he muttered before crumpling to the ground, oblivious to Dairo's outstretched hand.

The other looked towards the deity, almost haughtily. The vines were entangled around his left side, which was the side with the white wings. He shrugged carelessly and picked at the vines with a gloved hand, quickly working to untangle them.