"The only spirit-related thing is the fact that my wife is a spirit, so I'm sorry about that...You seem adamant about it, though; why would that be?" he sulks nervously before gesturing towards Soul.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
Bo's attention was drawn away from the conversation amongst those sitting at the bar when he heard what Chris had mumbled to himself. Bo, assuming it was meant to be unheard, only looked side to side briefly to see if anyone else had. Hmm... it didn't seem so. He leaned in toward Chris a little and replied in a hushed tone.
Soul glanced over at Zogin. She seemed to understand the reason for his question, as well as why he was now giving her such a desperate look. After a brief moment of silence, she gave him a nod. There was also sorts of strange people in the tavern. This might have been one of the few places he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.
His hands went up to helmet. "This is why," he quietly said as he began to lift the helmet. He placed it gently on the counter of the bar moments later and gave Sacred a shy smile. "I'm an automaton that Zogin created. And I want to become a human."
Bo weakly smiled in amusement at the boy's reaction, though he suppressed it in respect for the boy's genuine terror.
"Oh, I - haha, I'm sorry. There must've been some misunderstanding. I was just echoing in agreement with you. You're likely right, I probably haven't seen much yet. There's always more to learn, more to see. More than I can in my lifetime, I'm sure."
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Bo nearly choked on his oatmeal as he swallowed, but hustled over to the door. "Ah, ok. Well, I'll get this then, Chris." He made it to the door and opened it up a peek and looked through it to see Chris's cousin before he opened it fully.
"No need to break down the door, ma'm. The door works just fine enough for you to open it without obliterating anyone. But if you're here to cause trouble I'd kindly ask you to take it outside... or uh, keep it outside I guess. What seems to be the problem?"
Sacred almost falls out of his chair before he does the same trick from the previous day by grabbing a nearby empty glass and shattering it in his hand, the pieces forming a platform beneath him to levitate him upwards. Remaining on the glass bed in mid-air, he stares at the woman as if she's insane, his eyes bugging out as he gestures towards her.
"Oi, what's the deal? If there's someone chasing you, or if there's someone coming here, I can handle it. There's no need to draw so much attention, Miss."
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
The sudden entrance completely threw Zogin off, and she didn't like the threats that the girl had been giving the occupants of the bar. Without glancing at Soul to see what he thought of the situation, she pulled her gun out from its holster. She quickly switched out the ammo and aimed it at the girl. Before she could pull the trigger, however, Soul put his hand on her arm.
"I think you should wait before shooting, Zogin," he pointed out. "There might be some sort of threat that only she knows about."
She lowered her gun ever so slightly, but still kept it pointing in the direction of the girl in case things got out of hand.
