Osozo
"You live here?" Osozo asked, clearly delighted by the idea. "All the time?" Why hadn't they had the idea to do that? It would be so perfect, so fitting. They seemed like they would be content to keep talking about the spire itself, the choice of it as a home, but their interest was fickle, and easily shifted.
Osozo lifts the scrap of metal away from their skin, frowning when another piece goes shooting towards them off the table. "I haven't got the faintest idea." They answer, looking up at Josh as a sickly green overtakes their hair. "Perhaps I'm broken." There's a short laugh at that, the Demi-god shaking their head. "Faster than I'd thought."
Osozo lifts the scrap of metal away from their skin, frowning when another piece goes shooting towards them off the table. "I haven't got the faintest idea." They answer, looking up at Josh as a sickly green overtakes their hair. "Perhaps I'm broken." There's a short laugh at that, the Demi-god shaking their head. "Faster than I'd thought."
Now this is where I'm meant to be
