02-21-2025, 12:00 AM
FAZIA
Fazia is, maybe, just a little disappointed in the relative dead end they find themselves after such a strong opening question. She really would like to know how you could find out if you’re real or not but apologies make her incredibly uncomfortable so she would rather not dwell in that whole area if they can avoid it.
She’ll just have to continue assuming that she is real until enough evidence stacks up proving otherwise. And in such a strange world, who knows what that evidence would even look like.
The conversation moves on, Sleaze introducing himself. “I’m Fazia.” She loves her name, the way it feels when she speaks it, and it returns her to a higher mood. Her silver-and-black gaze is focused on him, taking in what she can see with such open curiousity. Since there’s really no reason not to, she lets herself speak exactly what’s on her mind. “It’s still a little new to me, meeting those born on earth instead of in the sea. We all have the same eyes as each other but you are all different. Do you inherit your eye colours from your mom and dad?”
She’ll just have to continue assuming that she is real until enough evidence stacks up proving otherwise. And in such a strange world, who knows what that evidence would even look like.
The conversation moves on, Sleaze introducing himself. “I’m Fazia.” She loves her name, the way it feels when she speaks it, and it returns her to a higher mood. Her silver-and-black gaze is focused on him, taking in what she can see with such open curiousity. Since there’s really no reason not to, she lets herself speak exactly what’s on her mind. “It’s still a little new to me, meeting those born on earth instead of in the sea. We all have the same eyes as each other but you are all different. Do you inherit your eye colours from your mom and dad?”
@sleaze