"Ah yes, like working hard to clean or perhaps organise our things." Abasi smiled, the picture of oblivious innocence (or at least he would have been, if not for the definitely teasing tilt of the smirk). "Egypt would get very hot indeed in the summer months. The sand would burn your feet if you went without sandals and even the water's surface could scald you in the light if you went unprepared. It was relentless, sometimes, that sun -- I miss it. Here everything is so..." He looked up at the grey, mild Flowerbirth sky. "...Dull."
As Loren mentioned a 'test' from Frey Abasi found himself with a whole new set of questions; his curiosity was endless when it came to the Divine. "What did the test entail?" Each time Loren's fingers transformed he leaned in a little to see, to touch.
Abasi was glad he had found someone with the same desire he had to always be organised. Chaos just wasn't worth the trouble. "How fortunate, for I also enjoy spending time with you." Reaching for his glass once it had been poured, he took a drink. "It is pleasant, after my days with only the dead, to come home to someone so wonderfully alive and interesting."
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
