“You don’t believe me, do you. .. Ha.. its been a long time since I talked to another god. A witch maybe, but their powers don’t come as close…expect for that one person. “
“I feel like I even forgotten…what I look like…not that I could ever return to that form. The possibility of me regaining my powers is… 1/100,000,000 percentage.”
“Please forgive me – enough people have claimed not to be jealous while actually being a bit jealous that it can be a bit of an ingrained reaction. But I feel you do have enough going for you that you’re being sincere. ” The least Saima could do is take the opinions seriously regardless of their own thoughts. A pause comes when the other continues.
“…I see. Talk about making an incredible difference. ”
“Ah, how lucky you are, to leave this area. much unpleasantness resides her, but I am forced… to stay here.”
Changes form again.
“Not that…I”m jealous or anything!”
He seemed to have changed into a muscled youth wearing jeans and a black jacket, with a bandana and a long scar on his eye.
“Indeed. I do feel like I’ve been pretty fortunate to be able to come and go.” So at least they did feel some gratefulness. “Right, right – of course, you aren’t.” Somehow they could help but feel maybe that wasn’t. But at least the new change was interesting.
“Hmm. I’m liking to go both of them. Just to get all that attention you possibly can. ” It seems like they were always a fan of bold choices, at least on others. For themselves, Saima just operated under the thought no one wanted to see that and for the most part, hadn’t been wrong.
“The chest is more erotic…but that seems desperate enough since yesterday…but the butt is classy…. maybe if we put it in black and white…”
“Right. Maybe the butt is a good way to switch things up. Put a nice black and white filter over it. And boom, you’ve got a nice thirst photo fo rthe followers out there.”
Seekesotsibteadmist 