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She has underestimated his walking speed. He doesn't need that time to catch up.
"Uhhh, I guess I should probably talk about my close ones? I told me about yours before," he contemplates out loud.
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Well then, she resumes her regular step after a bit if that's the case.
"If you wish, you could. I'll listen."
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"Well, I really don't have many close close ones," Galaxian starts off.
Great start.
"I have many friends, though," he continues. "I haven't known any of them for a really long time, because I've only been around for a couple of years, but I haven't lost any friends yet, I think. I have a few companions, like Max...he's a puppy...and Hayato, as well as six malginae, which another goddess called Cleaver gave me a long time back, but they still haven't grown up...Moka too, another deity gave him to me, and I think you've met him, right?"
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"I believe I have," Germaine replied with a nod. "What are malginae? I don't think I have heard of them"
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"They're...they're kinda moth-like," Galaxian explains. "Well, they're supposed to be when they grow up, but I've probably had them for at least two years and they're still worms. But they're really cute worms!"
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"Cute worms? Well, I'd love to see them one day if I get the chance."
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"You could today if you want! But I dunno where they are, usually I just keep them away from places where there are predatory birds, but there are a lot of places where there aren't predatory birds that still might mistake them for munchies, so...well, I could check if you want!" the deity explains.
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"You think you could?" There was a very visible hint of excitement in her tone. "As far as I know, there aren't many birds here, so it should be a safe place."
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Galaxian's pretty confident in that if he's around, the malginae won't get eaten, but it's not like he goes around bragging about his avian negotiation abilities. "Yeah," he says with a nod, stopping. "Gimme a moment please."
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"Of course! Take all you need. I can wait."
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Galaxian stills himself a bit. The moment, for some reason, becomes tenser, kind of like how a cat stares at you before it proceeds to shake all the water and a lot of its fur onto you. But Galaxian's not a cat (well, from what the narrator can recall, anyways,,,); he merely leans back a bit so that his back is arched in a backward fashion and his face is turned completely upwards to the sky. Well, it appears from this view that he doesn't have a double chin. Good.
Maybe Germaine can see his face a bit still due to her height over him, but anyways, it's not like he screams or something. The pupil in his right eye just slightly dilates as the scarlet color of his iris turns into a blaring gold--very similar to Hitan's gold eyes, in fact, though Germaine hasn't seen Hitan with his actual eye color yet.
Maybe it's an illusion, but suddenly it seems like the sunlight around them grows more encompassing, passing through cracks they formerly struggled to pass through before.
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Germaine looked on with curiosity. The eye color change caught her attention, but the change in the surroundings more so.
She gingerly held out a hand to her side when she saw the light falling around. Although she couldn't physically hold light, it was still a nice feeling.
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Strangely enough, the light drapes itself over her hand like a spindle of soft, glossy yarn.
The left corner of GalaxE's mouth turns into a slight grimace, but it shouldn't be visible from Germaine's end. Instead, he focuses on intensifying the light. It stops before it becomes unappealing to look at, retaining a soft edge.
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Germaine's really focusing on the light but she's not a moth don't worry.
Well, it's not that one sees light like that every day. Germaine then looked back at Galaxian.
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The grimace is gone. One thing everyone should know about Galaxian is that he hates others having to be concerned about him. Then again, he likes it when some are concerned about him--uh, it's kind of complicated.
He is frowning, though, and a lot. Is something wrong? Again?
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Germaine raised her eyebrows by a couple millimeters. "Sorry for asking, but is something the matter?"
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"I can find them. There's...no problem with that." His frown is getting deeper and deeper, though, and the "no" somehow seems uncertain. In any case, his face is really not cut out for frowning well.
"What on Forengard?" he mutters to himself. He puts one hand over his black eye as if to cover up the darkness and leave only the surrounding light.
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"I understand if you're concerned for their welfare, but please don't push yourself," she said, trying to put a hand on Galaxian's shoulder even though it was probably not the best idea.
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"Thanks, but if any one of them is in danger, I have to be their shield," Galaxian responds, his voice suddenly having dropped a notch in terms of volume. It's like the equivalent of an older entity's tone dropping--it's not supposed to indicate that he thinks everything is alright.
Yea, this is supposed to be a fluff thread, but whatever, the narrator goes by instinct by now and there's no stopping them.
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Germaine dropped her arm to her side.
"I understand. Is there any way I can help with that?"
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"No." There's an uncomfortable pause. "No. I wouldn't want that, no."
Yes, to him, her question is the equivalent of "Do you want me to help?" and the answer is no. The thought is extremely appreciated, though, and he smiles slightly, though it doesn't seem as easy as usual.
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What Germaine offered in return was something between a grimace and a concerned smile. It leaned more towards the latter, in the end.
"Then... perhaps you can at least tell me what you think is happening."
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"Right. Well..." Formerly so eager to answer, it's almost like he was about to jump off a diving board of words and skidded to a halt a centimeter before the edge.
"Well," he tries again, starting context, "I was checking for all of my companions to see if they were okay. It usually takes the same amount of time. But there's..." He struggles to find a word. "There's an interference coming. To my abilities. I dunno what it is and I have too many guesses."
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Germaine listened carefully. Her face and stance showed the action clearly. It was all she could do at the moment for someone--someone she cared about--who had refused her help.
Of course, she could try to offer it again. But for now, she listened.
"That's.. that's not good," she muttered, stating an obvious fact. Germaine had no idea of what could be causing the problem and it made her uneasy. The lack of information was holding her back from being of assistance. Then... what could she offer instead?
"Did you at least manage to find some of them?"
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"All, except for one," Galaxian reports tersely.
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It seems Germaine is sharing his worry now.
"Who is it? Where was the last time you saw him? Or her?"
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"He's a falcon. I call him Hayato," Galaxian answers. After a while, he adds, "Haya means falcon."
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"Hayato..." she repeated. Germaine gave a small smile. "I'm sure you care a lot for him. Where and when was the last time you saw each other?"
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Galaxian lists the specific time which the narrator won't list because of possible timeline shifting in the future for logical reasons.
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Germaine was silent for a moment.
"I see," she said in the end. "It's only natural for you to be worried. Will you search the area in which you last saw him? Or will you go to another location you think is an option?"