Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
|Location: Keimara Village, temple
|Current Form: Male human
Falarion snickered at Korro's response, having expected something along those lines. Unfortunately, with all of the stupid deities making their appearance, all he could do was hang back and let the humans fawn over them. Gross. It was bad enough having the big honcho here, the others were highly unnecessary in his opinion.
Snorting at the promise of safety, Falarion scuffed his shoe against the floor and wondered what kinds of pranks he could play on the humans that would guarantee they would not be technically harmed. He could always fall back to the classic scaring he did a lot with hiw villagers. It always gave him a great laugh and technically, there was no harm to them. He wondered if classic methods would work on most of these individuals or if he would have to get crafty about it.
Hearing about the offer of baths, Falarion cocked his head and then wondered out loud, "When wis th’last time I even too’ a bath?"
He scrunched his nose at the thought and then glanced sideways to see Korro sniffing himself. Grinning, Falarion shuffled over and easily caught a whiff of his burning house stench. He made a face, but then had a strong suspicion that his own scent was no better. It had never really occurred to him to be a problem in the past, but he supposed he could not ignore a free bath. He suspected he was going to get to enjoy some luxuries here that he had never enjoyed in the past.
Despite Korro being the puppy here, Falarion found himself subconsciously trailing after him. He told himself it was because he had spent most of his time in solitude and he was just more desperate for social interactions than he had previously realized.
Tilting his head at the open question that Korro posed, Falarion glanced out the window as well and mulled it over. His first internal conflict came from the simple fact that he had no idea what a home should be. Was he simply referring to a literal house like what humans live in? Or was he implying more than that? A family? As far as Falarion was aware, demons did not exactly have families. Or perhaps his understanding was simply misconstrued based on his own experiences in life.
Scratching his chin, Falarion shrugged and then replied to the question, "Guess not. Neveh really wasted time thinking aboot it, tae be honest. Whit aboot ye?"
Shifting to look around the room, Falarion warily eyed the newcomers, but also sent a curious look to each of them. He would be surprised if everyone would just roll over and work with demons because they were told to.
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