milliways_bar | (no subject)

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace.

He's drinking klah and reading.

"Awwww - it flew away without you!" Asar-Suti jeers.

The nasty little purple god probably needs bapping on the head.

She doesn't want to end up as a funny shape, but does give him the prod of dooooom.

"Drannit."

Asar-Suti just grins at her brightly, making funny plane movements with his hands.

"Now I understand why people dislike gods."

She narrowed her eyes, a glint of annoyance in them. But she wasn't really serious.

"Yep, we are evil and mock other people's flying vehicles," he grins, agreeing.

"You wouldn't mock it so much if I landed it on your head."

She pointed out.

"I'd just shift out of the squished shape and into one more fitting," Asar-Suti retorts.

"One of these days I'm going to win an argument against you." She promised, as she walked off, lifting a hand in farewell.

"People do that rather often," Asar-Suti admits, thinking of Eska, Gil, Lochiel, and then some people...

He grins at her, and then watches her go.