Knowing who to thank for good fortune was tricky when you were a supreme, almighty being. If Kibitoshin had been just that little bit more arrogant, he'd have thanked himself for the way that night had ended just as things were starting to get tricky.
Not that he had been scared of finding a mountain lion. Goodness, no. Perish the thought. He was a supreme almighty being, after all. It was simply tactical thinking on his part that had left him wholly and passionately opposed to the idea of hunting monsters to eat. That, or it was the red meat. Yes, he wasn't supposed to eat that much red meat. Terrible for his digestion.
...
Clearly.
With a heartfelt sigh he sank down into his nice, uncomfortable bus seat near the front, not too far from one of those scary grunts, and settled down into his terrible Doyleton clothes for the journey. He wasn't relieved that he wouldn't be fighting to the death, understand, it was simply the way that his new shoes were so much more comfortable than his military boots had been the day before. It would do him good to get out of the Institute and into the snow for a while. Put some colour on his cheeks, as his Ancestor might have said. That terrible claustrophobic choke the building had couldn't have been good for his nerves.
Not that zombies were much better, but still. At least he wouldn't have to eat the pink goo. And he had a window seat for the journey, so that was good, wasn't it?
... oh, who was he kidding? The Kaioshin sighed again, and this time it came out a world or two sadder than he'd realised it would. He was trapped, he was ashamed of himself for being frightened over nothing last night, and he was still cross with Franziska and with himself for the desire to apologise that was slowly creeping up on him. And to top it all off, his sweater had bumble bees knitted on it. He didn't see how he could possibly be happy today, even if he tried.
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Not that he had been scared of finding a mountain lion. Goodness, no. Perish the thought. He was a supreme almighty being, after all. It was simply tactical thinking on his part that had left him wholly and passionately opposed to the idea of hunting monsters to eat. That, or it was the red meat. Yes, he wasn't supposed to eat that much red meat. Terrible for his digestion.
...
Clearly.
With a heartfelt sigh he sank down into his nice, uncomfortable bus seat near the front, not too far from one of those scary grunts, and settled down into his terrible Doyleton clothes for the journey. He wasn't relieved that he wouldn't be fighting to the death, understand, it was simply the way that his new shoes were so much more comfortable than his military boots had been the day before. It would do him good to get out of the Institute and into the snow for a while. Put some colour on his cheeks, as his Ancestor might have said. That terrible claustrophobic choke the building had couldn't have been good for his nerves.
Not that zombies were much better, but still. At least he wouldn't have to eat the pink goo. And he had a window seat for the journey, so that was good, wasn't it?
... oh, who was he kidding? The Kaioshin sighed again, and this time it came out a world or two sadder than he'd realised it would. He was trapped, he was ashamed of himself for being frightened over nothing last night, and he was still cross with Franziska and with himself for the desire to apologise that was slowly creeping up on him. And to top it all off, his sweater had bumble bees knitted on it. He didn't see how he could possibly be happy today, even if he tried.