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"do you have some time to hear about our lord and saviour, dedenne?"

fantastic, another one of the weird church freaks his father deals with every saturday morning.

he definitely has no time for this.

"we're playing," he eloquently forms, "i don't wanna talk about god and all that weird stuff." 

his older brother only stares back at him,

giving him this one pointed look that says their father didn't raise them like that.

but he doesn't understand why he can't be honest, because he really couldn't care less about church.

it's boring and he has to deal with it every sunday night anyway, when that woman starts talking to them about 'illumination' and whatever. 

"but i don't wanna talk about god," the boy insists, dark brown hair falling over his eyes, "dedenne is, like, ten thousand times cooler than god anyway." 

then he pouts,

and that does him in before he knows it.

besides, he's impressed he can say a number as large as ten thousand! 

he definitely has time for him.