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Windforces voice shoots right through him, bringing him out of his nausea and back into awareness.
"Uh, hi?" He waves politely.
Darkheart chuckles into their fist as Illumina nudges them with his shoulder.
"Why don't you take a seat?" Windforce beckons him over.
Sword looks at the table, and notices there is only two chairs left. One at the head and one next to Windforce and Darkheart.
He bites his tongue as he walks towards the one between the two deities, but before he can grab the chair, a hand stops him.
"We appreciate how you would like to sit next to us, but your spot is at the head." Darkheart decrees, the others nodding along side them.
Sword bites his tongue down harder, blood seeping into his mouth as he walks to the chair.
Great, just great.
He pulls it out and sits down, deciding the best view would be the table instead of the faces of the others.
"You are very shy. We're going to have to fix that." Windforce remarks.
"As well, sit up straighter, treat us with the respect we are given."
Sword can feel the redness forming in his face as he sits up straighter, but still doesn't look at any of the deities in the eyes, as he fiddles with his fingers on his lap.
What did Windforce mean by that-
He choses not to go further into that thought, deciding that the table cloth was a better thing to observe.
It was a creamed colored, with golden embroidery depicting the Sword's Gear's in a pattern. The white lace attached was also embroidered, but with vines and flowers instead.
Its very pretty, I wonder how it was created? Or how they got it. Was it commissioned? Or did they create it themselves?
"Surely you could avert your gaze from the cloth towards us instead, it is quite disrespectful for you not to look us in the eyes." Windforce comments.
He keeps his head down, refusing to adhere to Windforce's comment.
"Surely you aren't that nervous to sit among us without speaking about your concerns? Without your questions, not even one for what you will be consuming along side us? But I would like to say,
its very stoic of how long you've manged to keep this mask on."
Sword freezes, blood dropping to his feet.
But before he can speak, he gets interrupted by Windforce.
"How bold and rude of you to lie to a deity, especially about something as simple as your name."
The others lean forward, interested on what was going to happen.
"So, shall you decree your identity to us?"
I can do this, I can get out of this.
They don't have to know anything.
"You must be mistaken, it is Grappling Hook."