02-26-2020, 04:33 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Truth be told, Lemy had almost forgotten about Videogames. With the whole mess with the gods and that thing at the border, he'd spent his time worrying about the other things that could kill him. A man from his past seemed like a lesser threat than gods and a flesh-eating beast. As winter turned to spring, and the snow melted away, as did his worry that Videogames would knife him in his sleep.
On certain days though, he'd keep an eye out for the splash of gold and green that heralded Videogames' arrival. He would be content with forgetting about the serval if he knew where the hell he disappeared off to. Once again, it felt as if Videogames had disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and if Lemy trusted his memories any less, he would have doubted the serval even existed in the first place.
So when he spots the man near Sanzu, coated in an unknown liquid? All Lemy felt was an odd sense of surprise, followed by suspicion and an ever-familiar paranoia. He narrowed his blue eyes, observing for a few moments. Then, his expression cleared and he skipped over just as Nemhain landed near Videogames. He took a cursory sniff to see if he could piece together what the liquid was; no dice. Frankly, Lemy was having a hard time placing a description onto the black liquid.
"Heya heya, Viddy! Did'ya decide to take a swim out inna oil spill?" Lemy asked, head tilting in mock curiosity. He would have swung his arm around Videogames again, but he didn't want to be covered in Mystery Water. "I missed ya y'know, we had a picnic together but then ya went 'poof!'" He sighed with disappointment, casting his blue gaze to the ground with an exaggerated frown.
On certain days though, he'd keep an eye out for the splash of gold and green that heralded Videogames' arrival. He would be content with forgetting about the serval if he knew where the hell he disappeared off to. Once again, it felt as if Videogames had disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and if Lemy trusted his memories any less, he would have doubted the serval even existed in the first place.
So when he spots the man near Sanzu, coated in an unknown liquid? All Lemy felt was an odd sense of surprise, followed by suspicion and an ever-familiar paranoia. He narrowed his blue eyes, observing for a few moments. Then, his expression cleared and he skipped over just as Nemhain landed near Videogames. He took a cursory sniff to see if he could piece together what the liquid was; no dice. Frankly, Lemy was having a hard time placing a description onto the black liquid.
"Heya heya, Viddy! Did'ya decide to take a swim out inna oil spill?" Lemy asked, head tilting in mock curiosity. He would have swung his arm around Videogames again, but he didn't want to be covered in Mystery Water. "I missed ya y'know, we had a picnic together but then ya went 'poof!'" He sighed with disappointment, casting his blue gaze to the ground with an exaggerated frown.