Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190816041751/@comment-33229352-20190816054535

"Oh dear." Ishmael mumbled. "Galaxian, what do you remember? How did you get here?" As he spoke, ginko leaves grew right out of the tree trunk he had been leaning against. The god gathered them into a handful, doing his best to remain neutral. "Do you drink tea?"