008 | OVERFLOW

[godsoffortune]

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[galactically]

[Sheryl knows that Keith's words aren't intentionally meant to tug at her nerves, yet they feel a bit frayed within herself. She follows his glance over at the throngs of people weaving through the area before them until one hand rests on her stomach, the other hand grasping at the basket's handle. Somehow she has a gut feeling over something, yet she can't figure out why.

Did she ate something funny from earlier? It's hard to tell.]

But fighting can't be all there is for these people to do. Both gods and shinki should also have fun things to look forward to!

[Especially when shinki don't even have memories of their past life unlike gods like herself.]

[yousaytron]

[He can't disagree with that train of thought, but there's something about it that feels a little... lofty.]

It doesn't really mean that there has to be something grandiose to do like perform on a stage. [Like, there are surely people who would be interested in it, but,] It's not like there's nothing to do otherwise, right? There's gotta be stuff like books, phones...

[Um. What other kinds of hobbies would people have...]

Training.

[Nailed it. Definitely not at all tied in to fighting. Definitely. Lots of options.]

[galactically]

[Aw hell no.]

Excuse me? A stage like this is 100% necessary! As a performer, I must live up to my role as the goddess of music so everyone can be entertained!

[Sheryl gestures from her position with a sweep of her arm, pointing at the stage. She really likes music, okay... to say she's passionate may be an understatement. That said, there is a pause from her excitement as Keith brings up a sudden reminder of what Sheryl needed to do.]

Oh, training? [A beat, then a slow sigh. She looks a bit dejected.] I actually used to teach exercise classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The temple that I used to work for disappeared, unfortunately.

[yousaytron]

[Yikes! Was an outburst like that really necessary? He stiffens a bit, raising one eyebrow in shock, but once the topic changes he can bring himself to relax again.

And more than that, to say he's pretty interested in what she has to say about it would be an understatement.]

Disappeared? [A whole... building, he assumes? That's fishy.] Can stuff like that just happen here?

[galactically]

People disappear, too. No one knows how or why it happens, not even the gods who work at the Heavens know.

[There's a hesitant pause to punctuate those words along with a crinkled nose and a scowl. Sheryl is not exactly in the mood to converse about topics she deems depressing when there is a picnic to attend to.]

[yousaytron]

[That's... kind of distressing, really. As a new kid in this bizarre world, he's actually pretty interested in figuring out as much information as he can, so is it really all that surprising when he keeps pressing despite the obvious look of distaste on Sheryl's face?]

Does it happen often? [If it's worth mentioning at all, it's probably not particularly rare of an occurrence.]

[galactically]

[Keith must be really bad at reading the mood, Sheryl suspects as she keeps her "I just swallowed a lemon whole and it's gross!" expression stubbornly intact.

She'll just have to keep her answer extra brief.]

Yeah, it does.

[There, super brief. Pushing the basket close to her chest, she dips her head a bit.]

Sorry, I'll have to cut this short! My shinki must be looking for me right about now.

[yousaytron]

[That's probably in her best interests really.]

Oh. [Ah, well, it sounds like a pretty legitimate reason to bolt, so he has no reason to argue.] Well... [A pause, and he considers (1) the basket of food that was picked out, and (more importantly) (2) the information she did touch on.] Thank you. [A rare display of gratitude, imagine that. It's a little stilted sounding, a bit like 'I know I should be saying this so I will', but he does mean it.]

[galactically]

You're welcome.

[At least she still helped out in her own way! Stilted as his response may be, it brings a small smile to her face, anyway.]

My name is Sheryl, by the way. Sheryl Nome.

[yousaytron]

Keith. Good to meet you.

[And he does mean it...!

Um,] Good luck with the whole stage thing.

[Yeah, okay. Nailed the whole 'small talk' and 'pleasantries' stuff right there.]