[ Kahlil glances from Lucifer to Istredd, an eyebrow raised. Even after all this time, and the fact they're sitting here together in relative peace, he's not sure he ranks amongst the angel's 'tolerable' humans so much as 'useful', but in the end it's probably all relatively the same thing to him.
His own grudging affection will probably get him killed one day.
Lucifer talks about gunk and Kahlil remembers the smell of the exhaust from a passing bus, the noticeable grey ring around the horizon, just below the clouds. It's different for him, though, coming from Basawar - a world where even the air was thinner. Basawar didn't have light pollution, but even the night sky in the middle of Seattle was more vibrant than the one in Amura'taye. Nayeshi in its whole flawed entirety could only seem beautiful to him. ]
Cars and television. [ He supplies the names for Istredd. ] Something like trains will probably come first, though.
[ That's how it went in Basawar.
He says nothing to them changing, though he does smile before taking another drink. ]
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His own grudging affection will probably get him killed one day.
Lucifer talks about gunk and Kahlil remembers the smell of the exhaust from a passing bus, the noticeable grey ring around the horizon, just below the clouds. It's different for him, though, coming from Basawar - a world where even the air was thinner. Basawar didn't have light pollution, but even the night sky in the middle of Seattle was more vibrant than the one in Amura'taye. Nayeshi in its whole flawed entirety could only seem beautiful to him. ]
Cars and television. [ He supplies the names for Istredd. ] Something like trains will probably come first, though.
[ That's how it went in Basawar.
He says nothing to them changing, though he does smile before taking another drink. ]