[To Senri, it’s probably a surprise. This isn’t new to Sasuke. A wave of jealousy rolls up in him, but he doesn’t look away while Senri talks. The more Senri says, actually, the worse the jealousy becomes. Not angry. Not at Senri.
It’s so much information. Some of it he had inklings of—the gods having specialties, but some just... extra. So easy was it for Senri to get. Just by talking, being nice. An actor. Playing the game in another way. He’d never be able to do something like that so casually.
Finally, he looks away, trying to commit the specialties to memory. He idly reaches out to flip the meat with his chopsticks, brows draw tight even if doing so stings his healing eye.]
Have you decided yet which god you’re going to convince people to join?
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It’s so much information. Some of it he had inklings of—the gods having specialties, but some just... extra. So easy was it for Senri to get. Just by talking, being nice. An actor. Playing the game in another way. He’d never be able to do something like that so casually.
Finally, he looks away, trying to commit the specialties to memory. He idly reaches out to flip the meat with his chopsticks, brows draw tight even if doing so stings his healing eye.]
Have you decided yet which god you’re going to convince people to join?