Even in the depths of a drunken stupor, Tweet and Boros seemed to be nursing their grudge. Between heavy snores, one would lazily attempt to kick the other, while the second would shove back with a limp, uncoordinated arm, trying to reclaim his personal space.
Ikenga felt the heavy, judgmental weight of the other gods' stares. Crepuscular reached out, tapping Ikenga's shoulder with a distinctly mocking grin. "You truly are unique, brother. It stands to reason that those in your orbit would possess... similar quirks."
Ikenga didn't miss a beat, glancing sideways at him. "Does that assessment include you, then? Seeing as you consider yourself so close to me?"
The question caught Crepuscular off guard. He stammered, floating backward a few inches as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I... I believe I must have worded that poorly."
