Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190923035951/@comment-36159587-20190924041222

Galaxian was much shorter than Bliss, and he was on the ground. For all he could tell, there was someone yelling, and he didn't exactly remember Bliss. Memory loss that affects his perception of everyone who's related to a certain group of people is great.

He squinted at the window pane. "Orphos, since when is your name Bliss? When'd your voice get so high? Do you need a cough droplet?" he inquired in a chain. "Is that the medicine mortals use for sore throats or something?" he muttered the last bit to himself.