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Can she reach that low?
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She's not that tall. A little bending of the knees can do the trick as well.
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Galaxian fell to the ground in a comical fashion.
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Germaine gasped and knelt down. "Galaxian!"
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Galaxian faceplants on the ground somewhat. He's not really giggling, but maybe he's just playing dead.
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She moved to roll him around, so his face would be visible.
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Was he that white before? Uh oh.
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Because she was used to doing so in cases like this, Germaine attempted to feel for a pulse in the deity's neck.
He probably doesn't have one. A pulse I mean, not a neck. He definitely has a neck.
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I mean, his collar obstructs most of it, but Galaxian certainly doesn't have a pulse. He doesn't have a heart in the first place.
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((ok but Galaxian without a neck))
Now, Germaine is lowkey panicking because that's obviously not normal and instead is the regular indicator that a person is dead.
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"Oh," Galaxian said from nearby (to be specific, Galaxian's still lying on the ground there and Galaxian's also standing nearby). "Oops?"
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Germaine jerked her head up in the voice's direction, a strange look on her face. She opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. Only, "..."
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He sighs as Germaine looks like a fish. "Oh, I messed up again, huh? Well, yay, I'll have to call for another backup form. Can't something go right for once?"
The Galaxian who's fallen down vanishes.
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"Oh... so that was that," she managed out at last, along with a small embarrased smile.
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"Yeah, I dunno why I was like that? Some things apparently are psychological triggers that I can't remember." Galaxian looks accusing, but not at Germaine, but rather at whoever in the world (or just the world) that took away his memories (including those of his psychological triggers, it seems).
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Germaine's expression shifted to one of moderate concern.
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"Don't worry! I'm not dead yet. But uh," Galaxian says sheepishly, "My memories from that form aren't completely transferred over and I have no idea what the psychological trigger was so uh? Where were we before that?"
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"Overlooking the mention of going to the moon..." she started, "We were discussing where to meet up later."
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Might not be a good idea to even reference the moon thing.
"Ah. Well, where did you wanna?"
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"I don't mind where, as long as it's a place I can go easily. And that would be pretty much anywhere in the Modern or Medieval sect," Germaine stated.
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Can Germaine just please make the decision for him already?
"I honestly dunno either," says Galaxian with a shrug. "Where are we going to 'hang out' in the first place? Did we discuss that?"
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"We didn't quite decide that. Hmm... what about a library, or a similar quiet place? We could just talk. Unless you'd rather do something more active."
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Well, I mean, you could try to talk, but Galaxian doesn't like to talk while he's trying to read, and his hesitation due to this shows.
"I think I like activity more," he professes, though he doesn't do much things that are active other than training. In fact it's kind of concerning but his past fluff has basically been all training. Oops.
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((Me here with 0 ideas,,,))
"Well, does it sound good to meet up at my house later? I'm sure I'll have some ideas for where to go then," suggests Germaine.
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"Yeah yeah," he agrees. "Good luck!" He starts off towards the stall again then.
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"Same to you," Germaine told him warmly.
(So, timeskip or something? If you want to continue that is.)
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(Probably tbh)
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((Alright uhhh how do we do this XD))
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(You want me to POV first?)
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((Sure.))