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"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I figured I'd sit with you for a while, since what we're supposed to be doing really doesn't appeal to me..." I say, looking to the side at Atsu.
"You do sorta stick out in here, the rest of the people look like creepy weirdos. And judging from the one who was talking to me, their personalities match their looks," I explain.
"So, uh... My great great grandfather, Aions, made this weird religion called Helixism, and wrote a book called the Book of Helix." I explain. "My ancestors have all been really religious, but I couldn't care less about this Helix Fossil, or whatever."
"I don't even know," I say, trying to think of anyone else besides my family. "I'm only gonna give this thing to my son, if I decide to even have children, that is, so I won't be shunned or something."
"I love the idea of passing things down through generations. At least if there aren't people who follow that religion, people will still find out about it. I think the only thing I own that's been passed down through my family is a necklace that's too flashy for it to go with any of my outfits..."
"Well now I want to see it." I laugh. "Anyways, are we actually going to be shooting some people up here?" I ask, tapping my fingers on a package I had brought along with me.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what we're doing. All plans seem to have gone out the window since Levy is plastered, and is now flirting with Mindy," I say. I pause to think for a moment. "I wonder if that's just the alcohol talking or if she actually does have feelings for Mindy...?"
"Huh, that's weird." I look over at them. "But, I, uh, brought something with me..." I put a box on the table that looked like any old package going through the mail. "You know what this is, right?"