Achilles: *couldn’t tell*

Azoras: *just smiled, he knew you were warming up to him a little*

Azoras: if they are let them *pat your shoulder going back in*

Quenzia: *probably on Perry’s lap all cuddled up*

Achilles: *offered it to you*

Achilles: *went and picked a feather from under his hair *

Azoras: I don’t think they’ll fuck in public

Achilles: *just shut his eyes, all you could get from him was that he had feathers that he grew sometimes*

Azoras: ….did you tell them to leave room for Jesus?

Achilles: exactly

Azoras: the buffoon keeps my kid happy, also thanks for the gift, that was very considerate

Azoras: alright, what made you wanna come here?

Achilles: and I figured it out myself, I may have poor vision but I’m good on instinct when I focus

Azoras: …would you like a chair?

Achilles: *looked calm*

Achilles: *fidgeting with something in his pocket*

Azoras: I know, I only made one for myself so my son would fit in better

Achilles: *just waiting for the doctor *

Azoras: *summoned a small flash drive handing it to you* I downloaded some of my memories and edited them a little, I don’t know when your birthday is so here

Achilles: *looked at you* I know you’ve been stalking me *he whispered before getting back to looking at nothing *

Azoras: you know how you said you wish you could’ve been there for Quenzia’s life?