Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
The notice posted had caught Osozo’s attention immediately, the idea of a night of mystery seeming like a delightful chance to get to know more children of the voice, more people in general. They had no idea what to expect, no frame of reference for fancifully or secily, and compensated for it by being loud, the bright pastel swirl of their hair matching the colours on their outfit.
Apparently, the Demi-god has arrived early this can’t be what all parties are like?, the small gathering still quiet, without the excitement the poster had promised. Still, they were here now, they were going to enjoy themself. ”It’s a pleasure to see you again!” They announce, striding towards Bastien with a sharp smile. ”And you as well.” Osozo tips towards Rexanna, head dipping slightly as they do. Then, they turn to the only other guest so far, bright eyes looking him up and down. ”I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Osozo.” They close their teeth over the consonants, making them buzz.
Apparently, the Demi-god has arrived early this can’t be what all parties are like?, the small gathering still quiet, without the excitement the poster had promised. Still, they were here now, they were going to enjoy themself. ”It’s a pleasure to see you again!” They announce, striding towards Bastien with a sharp smile. ”And you as well.” Osozo tips towards Rexanna, head dipping slightly as they do. Then, they turn to the only other guest so far, bright eyes looking him up and down. ”I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Osozo.” They close their teeth over the consonants, making them buzz.
