There are two things he's barely talking about, here. One of them is parenting. That's the thornier issue than the bone-deep magic parasites, so they'll focus on the latter.
"It's bees," says God.
He enjoys the silence after this pronouncement, because it is, objectively, pretty funny. In its wake, he clasps his hands together like an alright, let's head out.
"Leave her face uncovered. I'll carry her." Until his noodle-armed efforts get too pathetic and Augustine is honor-bound or exasperated enough to step in. There are a hundred ways to do this, when you can walk bodies alongside you or spawn skin hammocks or all the other things he'd be a little embarrassed to pull. Most would be a hell of a violation. He likes Faith, for all that he doesn't know what she's been hearing; it seems kindest to scoop her up like the child she is. "I can give you the rundown on the way."
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"It's bees," says God.
He enjoys the silence after this pronouncement, because it is, objectively, pretty funny. In its wake, he clasps his hands together like an alright, let's head out.
"Leave her face uncovered. I'll carry her." Until his noodle-armed efforts get too pathetic and Augustine is honor-bound or exasperated enough to step in. There are a hundred ways to do this, when you can walk bodies alongside you or spawn skin hammocks or all the other things he'd be a little embarrassed to pull. Most would be a hell of a violation. He likes Faith, for all that he doesn't know what she's been hearing; it seems kindest to scoop her up like the child she is. "I can give you the rundown on the way."