"Not really. Clones have separate consciousness," Galaxian says.

"Yeah, that's the point!" he said. "It's good since a lot of things happen at the same time in different places."

"Yeah. But I don't use it for combat," says Galaxian with a semi-serious look, not directed towards her or anything.

"Not in theory, no, but I really wouldn't want everyone to see my face everywhere," Galaxian said.

((Truly a sight to fear))

Galaxian, unaware of her mental image, gives an owl-like curious look.

"I'll use two forms afterwards," Galaxian repeats his already stated decision. "But like I said before, you probably should go home and rest a bit."

"I can teleport wherever," Galaxian said.

"The moon," joked Galaxian with an impish grin.

"I thought you said you didn't mind where," he continued to joke.

"All you need is an astronaut suit and some magic," Galaxian says, waving his hand around a bit.

"It's an out-of-the-world experience," he argues. "Most people can't even go if they wanted to!"

Ensue a sad face. Uh oh, Galaxian's love of astronomy (figures) is coming in with a vengeance.

Did Galaxian just get sad about a joke that said of something that wasn't supposed to happen in the first place? Yes, yes he did. He's pouting and making a sad face, and all that good stuff.

"But...the moon..." he said quietly, not taking off the sad face. In fact, he kinda drooped, like a flower.

He kinda just lowered his head a bit more.
You're short enough, GalaxE.