[ He grins wide again, bright like the stars, and tugs Cayde a couple inches closer. It's a slow bridge building between them, carefully cutting out the extra space, and Andal can't help but idly wonder how long he might have stayed here alone if Cayde hadn't actually come. That's the beauty of it, though: it's not really something he has to concern himself with. Cayde would come. Cayde did come. And he's here now, rain and all. ]
What kind of a monster, [ he admonishes, half-slurring his words. It's clear he's only half paying attention to what he's saying, that it's not really a question at all. ] Guess he owes you now, huh?
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What kind of a monster, [ he admonishes, half-slurring his words. It's clear he's only half paying attention to what he's saying, that it's not really a question at all. ] Guess he owes you now, huh?