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"...This sounds ridiculous, but I... I don't really know the address yet," shrugged the other God as casually as he could manage, as though not knowing the address he'd been living a month at was a perfectly reasonable answer. He was well aware he could be accused of pretending, but honestly? His memory really wasn't the best. His capacity to remember things properly was sporadic - at times, he could remember facts from decades ago, then forget something he'd learned a day before. Apparently, his new human address was one his brain had chosen to discard when he needed it the most. "You can drop me off anywhere, I... I don't like cars, I get sick easily--"
"You're a freak, you know that? You're very weird," blurted Cordelia, finding the attention she wanted to give her lover was drawn away to the weird loser sat at their side. Anyone that didn't know their address and seemed so cut off from the world, in her eyes, was well qualified to be openly called a freak. Rolling her eyes to herself, she tapped her fingernails on her knee contemplatively. She may realise that her friend wanted nothing more to do with the boy, but she wasn't going to pretend she wasn't curious in him... even if he'd called her a bitch twice already. "You can still come back with us, even though you probably won't be getting any privileges from Proteus over there. You can sit and watch TV and then get your ass out when morning comes, if you're so desperate to come to our place. Pretending you don't know your address is really pathetic, kid, but oh well. I can't blame you. It's a fucking nice house."
"You're a freak, you know that? You're very weird," blurted Cordelia, finding the attention she wanted to give her lover was drawn away to the weird loser sat at their side. Anyone that didn't know their address and seemed so cut off from the world, in her eyes, was well qualified to be openly called a freak. Rolling her eyes to herself, she tapped her fingernails on her knee contemplatively. She may realise that her friend wanted nothing more to do with the boy, but she wasn't going to pretend she wasn't curious in him... even if he'd called her a bitch twice already. "You can still come back with us, even though you probably won't be getting any privileges from Proteus over there. You can sit and watch TV and then get your ass out when morning comes, if you're so desperate to come to our place. Pretending you don't know your address is really pathetic, kid, but oh well. I can't blame you. It's a fucking nice house."