[it's also uncomfortable to have Wilhelm address him by a name that hasn't been relevant in thousands of years. like it or not, Yeshua is dead. Yeshua is deader than dead, and has not been afforded a proper burial, either. the scattershot pieces of him are undoubtedly sitting in warehouses owned by Wilhelm, or some subsidiary of Wilhelm's, at this very moment. those orphans are feeling more alone and more forsaken than chaos himself could ever feel, and...
and more than uncomfortable, it rankles. he must be getting tired if something is starting to get on his nerves.]
it has been a long day, and i expect it to be a long night as well.
[yeah, he's getting tired.
but Wilhelm's brand of self-help guruism earns a self-aware smile from chaos, unseen. the littlest bit of dry laughter, too, but of course it goes unheard. chaos' coworkers often commend him for his advice, for his willingness to listen in the first place, but it's unlikely they ever wonder who might be willing to listen to chaos in turn.]
i don't currently own a kettle, but i'll keep that in mind for the future.
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and more than uncomfortable, it rankles. he must be getting tired if something is starting to get on his nerves.]
it has been a long day, and i expect it to be a long night as well.
[yeah, he's getting tired.
but Wilhelm's brand of self-help guruism earns a self-aware smile from chaos, unseen. the littlest bit of dry laughter, too, but of course it goes unheard. chaos' coworkers often commend him for his advice, for his willingness to listen in the first place, but it's unlikely they ever wonder who might be willing to listen to chaos in turn.]
i don't currently own a kettle, but i'll keep that in mind for the future.
is it still honeybush tea that's your favorite?