Choose your character! (1/1)

“Whatever you want to tell me.”

Chrys chuckles, “Well I don’t know what to tell you unless you ask. I’ll answer any questions you have. Even the silly ones.”

Rodya shrugs slightly.

Chrys hums, “Hm…” He thinks for a moment, “Well…would you like to know how I learned your…nickname?”

“Yes.”

Chrys hums, “Well. It’s usually not on purpose, but I can read minds. It usually sounds like someone actually talking to me though. So I do mistake mind reading, with someone actually speaking to me. And it just so happened that it happened with you. It usually happens when I’m hungry though.”

Rodya nods, “Huh. . . Cool. . .”

Chrys nods, taking another drink. He sighs softly, murmuring. “Not really hungry anymore luckily…” He sets his cup down.

Rodya nods.

Chrys sighs, “Hm…well…I had a family…a nice one…with two sisters, and a brother. I was the oldest of course. This mansion was my family’s.”

He nods.

Chrys looks at him, “I’m not very…entertaining…mostly because in the 600 and so years ive been existing, I’ve forgotten the…’major’ parts of my old life…” He sighs.

Rodya shrugs, “Look, it’s fine. I’m trying to think of something.”

Chrys hums, leaning back in his chair and going quiet.

Rodya watches him for a moment, “Hmm. . . So, what do you like to do nowadays?”

Chrys hums, “Well, i like to catch up with the times…and i enjoy writing…”

Rodya blinks, “You write?”

Chrys nods, “I bit…mostly about animals…or anything I learn about.”

Rodya smiles brightly, “I write too.” He chuckles softly

Chrys smiles, “Oh? What do you write?”

“Anything really, but mostly fictional books.”

Chrys hums, “Oh. Hopefully i can read your work someday.”

Rodya laughs softly.

Chrys smiles warmly. Such an adorable laugh… he thinks. He chuckles.

Rodya smiles softly, looking at the table, "Maybe someday, that's if I ever publish it."

Chrys scoffs, “You’ve never published it?!”

Rodya shakes his head, "No. . . My father would kill me."

Chrys scowls, “Well excuse me, but screw him.”

Rodya laughs softly, "I. . . well, he want's me to follow in his footsteps. . ."

Chrys rolls his eyes. “And what is he doing? Sitting in a chair all day?”