[THE WAY I MEANT LIKE HOW FOOD JUST MANIFESTS ON ITS OWN IN FOOD LOCATIONS but this is funnier so rolls with it]
Like I said, I'm a god! I can make anything! Don't need hair for it.
[Why are the rules of object manifestation so weird why can he make [redacted] and [redacted] but not [redacted]. WHATEVER it's purgatory powers glitch i can do what i want]
[HIS SQUIDWARD VOICE. There are so many people here who insist on not being called any version of mademoiselle or monsieur it's so funny. They really said we're in purgatory enough with the formalities.]
You're powerful. Probably one of the most powerful beings I've met, from what you've told me. What kind of thing were you up against that could deny your existence?
"Do you sometimes make food for yourself that way?"
[ purgatory glitch is a lifesaver
Hien reaches out to take the bottle and just opens it. Cork? Gone. Screw? Gone. Whatever it was capped with, it's gone now. Hien doesn't give a shit about proper etiquette. He pours some for Obikawa and himself in a glass cup. Are they wine cups? Is this IHOP fancy enough for that?
it can be but youve heard of expressions where people say things like "the room is really lively because of all the bright colors" i can make them suddenly become ~*~full of life and energy~*~ its really vague but im also bad at it so it doesnt matter anyway how are you holding up you said injuries were healed but what about mentally
[ Okay!! Fia can catch him staring down at a memory. I can give you multiple mems if you want them and I'd be fine with it. ]
Memory! ver. charity[ There's a guy who looks like a regular guy in his early twenties with mostly orange hair that faded into brown with a bit of black roots that start to grow. He looks normal, just your average university student. His eyes are normal--dark dark brown, almost black.
"Here. I hope this helps."
He's seen giving some money to a homeless person with a cardboard sign on their lap as they sit on a wheelchair.
The next day, he sees the same person again with the sign.
"Here. I hope this helps."
He gives them some more. They look delighted. They have a nice little chat and part ways. It's time for class, after all. He can't be held up.
The next day, he sees the same person, complaining of hunger. He asks him what they ate. In a moment of frustration, they blurt out that they spend it on cigs, because they can't handle living in this world and need to cope. Okay. That's fair, he thinks. He gives him some money again, because he wanted to make them feel better. Charity. They're in need. He has money. It's only right to give them some while they go through a hard time.
And again.
And again.
Back in the condo where he lives with his sister, she asks him during dinner that she makes for them once a week due to her busy scheduling--
"... You look like you're starving. Did something happen?"
He shakes his head no. Nothing happened. He's just helping. He wants to see them happy eventually. They'll just to wait out this hard time.
He gives his money to the homeless person who never tries to get better.
He gives his time to people who never keep their appointments.
He gives his affection to people who don't care about him.
He gives his effort to people who won't ever look his way.
[Thinking about how he had groceries delivered to his mountain house... But he'll reach for a glass! This IHOP can be fancy enough for that. This IHOP can be anything we want it to be.
He'll also hold his glass up and tap it against Hien's.]
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