Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
Osozo looks curiously at te revealed number on the pot, leaning in as Melita turned the rest of them around, looking for more hidden numbers. They are distracted quickly though, by the other coming back into the room, the impromptu meeting of their little group again. The mood of the evening, the party, has gripped them completely, and they cast suspicious glances at each of the others, listening to the clues that had been found.
Sly, golden eyes turned to Oliver as their name was called, Osozo making a show of the long shake of their head, the slow shrug of their shoulders. ”No numbers. I did find a message on the wall though. Hes how eterned tals?” Their voice moves smoothly over the jumbled missive, their lips fighting to not quirk into a grin, eyes fighting to not flick around, instead moving to glance at Bastien.
Sly, golden eyes turned to Oliver as their name was called, Osozo making a show of the long shake of their head, the slow shrug of their shoulders. ”No numbers. I did find a message on the wall though. Hes how eterned tals?” Their voice moves smoothly over the jumbled missive, their lips fighting to not quirk into a grin, eyes fighting to not flick around, instead moving to glance at Bastien.
