Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-36159587-20200119074213

(Sorry, I'm having complications with POVing when Galaxian's not speaking or doing anything notable. Hopefully this isn't too boring owo, tell me if it is and I'll try to improve the situation lol)

Galaxian tilted his head to the left side, maybe finally realizing he was being carried by someone. Or maybe not. In any case, he was messing up Ishmael's placement of the plant/remedies a bit, though not too much. He stared in the same direction, at the plains, his left eye still unnerving with its blankness, as if corresponding to his slate of a personality at the moment.