[Chaos. Stiles absently rubs at his chest, glancing away.]
It wasnβt. [An honest admittance; though he doesnβt apologize for the wording, guilt crawls down his throat.] Not really thinking too much about that part of your resume. Not yet, at least.
[Cyram isnβt the first individual in this resort who has claimed to be a godβbut itβs still a little too much for Stiles to wrap his head around when his mental health has been so compromised.]
But since you brought it upβ¦
[The note crinkles as he twists it between fingers, indicating it.]
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Date: 2024-01-24 12:52 am (UTC)It wasnβt. [An honest admittance; though he doesnβt apologize for the wording, guilt crawls down his throat.] Not really thinking too much about that part of your resume. Not yet, at least.
[Cyram isnβt the first individual in this resort who has claimed to be a godβbut itβs still a little too much for Stiles to wrap his head around when his mental health has been so compromised.]
But since you brought it upβ¦
[The note crinkles as he twists it between fingers, indicating it.]
β¦You into poetry?