Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-36159587-20191127072103

The last time Dairo'd seen Galaxian, his left eye wasn't an abyss black, but it was now. It took the deity a few seconds to react to the fact that someone had talked to him, and more moments to respond. In the process, the entity tilted his head slightly, up, down, then closed his eyes, then opened them, his right hand twitching erratically all the while.

"Can I help you?" he responded impassively, not even looking at the immortal, and what he'd said wasn't what Dairo had been asking, but whatever.