“Zozo.” They repeat, whispered under their breath to commit their name to memory. Their gaze remains on Osozo, watchful and curious, enjoying the blossoming of different colors within their hair. And then? As they question what Azrael is doing, they flash a big grin toward their fellow demi-god and hold the toy up for them to see.
They immediately pop the leg off of the creature as a demonstration. “It’s a toy! That I can break and remake.” Their hands fall back into their lap with the toy within, and they move to fit the leg back into place. “Papa got it for me so I could stop breaking the other ones.” Despite their hard focus, Azrael manages to glance up to Osozo briefly, wondering whether what had called them there was the same that had them spotting them in the meeting.
Suddenly, with only one leg attached and three creatures to choose from, Azrael thrusts the toy out toward Osozo with a childish grin. “Do you wanna try?”
They immediately pop the leg off of the creature as a demonstration. “It’s a toy! That I can break and remake.” Their hands fall back into their lap with the toy within, and they move to fit the leg back into place. “Papa got it for me so I could stop breaking the other ones.” Despite their hard focus, Azrael manages to glance up to Osozo briefly, wondering whether what had called them there was the same that had them spotting them in the meeting.
Suddenly, with only one leg attached and three creatures to choose from, Azrael thrusts the toy out toward Osozo with a childish grin. “Do you wanna try?”
progress, not perfection
Azrael
