[ it's not about not being in the mood for her, at least. he is used to her by now. but it's a little harder to joke about things when he is very hyperaware that no matter what this is going to change how people view him.
which. well. it's no different than what happened in camena, right? "bad boy released from jail suddenly moving to a sleepy town. lock your doors and windows, you can't trust him no matter what he says because he's a complete psycho."
he'd tried before. not telling people much about himself with the hopes of blending in and starting over, and then that went to hell because people were already spreading rumors. and then he tried here, too, because he knew people would feel a way if they knew god really was always here and watching. the mistake was allowing himself to get too comfortable, so... it's something to process. he can't and won't force people not to be shocked or mad or anything. it's just how life goes. ]
... I don't care if you're here if that's what you mean. It's okay.
[it wasn't exactly a joke, either. hard to tell with her sometimes (and she likes it that way), but she does think knowing them to some degree, and them knowing him, counts for something.]
You do get that I'm mostly just annoyed I called it and you still let me talk about you to yourself, right?
[she doesn't care if he's god, because she hasn't cared that much about what god thinks of her at any point, really.]
I didn't tell you to do that. And I'm pretty sure I said that you didn't have to worry about Gabriel in the first place. [ just pointing that out. ] What was I supposed to say? "Hi, you reached my work line"? Come on.
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Not really in the mood, Wiš'adel. [ at least he's honest. ]
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[so-- not in the mood for her in general, or just not going to touch the subject?]
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which. well. it's no different than what happened in camena, right? "bad boy released from jail suddenly moving to a sleepy town. lock your doors and windows, you can't trust him no matter what he says because he's a complete psycho."
he'd tried before. not telling people much about himself with the hopes of blending in and starting over, and then that went to hell because people were already spreading rumors. and then he tried here, too, because he knew people would feel a way if they knew god really was always here and watching. the mistake was allowing himself to get too comfortable, so... it's something to process. he can't and won't force people not to be shocked or mad or anything. it's just how life goes. ]
... I don't care if you're here if that's what you mean. It's okay.
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[it wasn't exactly a joke, either. hard to tell with her sometimes (and she likes it that way), but she does think knowing them to some degree, and them knowing him, counts for something.]
You do get that I'm mostly just annoyed I called it and you still let me talk about you to yourself, right?
[she doesn't care if he's god, because she hasn't cared that much about what god thinks of her at any point, really.]
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[ it's the same friendly banter and light tone, but the mood is. abysmal. and kind of seriously asking. ]