Issac shuffled. “How do I tell… umm… someone that I… erm… how did you plan that thing. You know… the thing…”

“Maybe…” more shuffling.

“Well, not as big and flashy as you, but… but definitely as thoughtful.” Issac shuffles again.

Issac nodded. He’s very excited to start figuring it out.

“I need to practice this whole weaver stuff if I want to do what I need to for Akasha…”

“I do not—okay, maybe I do, but I’m a scientist. This magic stuff is still sinking in for me.”

“Oh… oh! I see!” Issac closed his eyes. The yellow threads appeared by him. He opened his eyes. “Wow, that was easier than I thought.”

Right, I’m just going to avoid the pink haired Akasha.

Ahaha… I’ve had my fair share of weird. Hard pass.

What is there to tell me when you almost certainly already know?

Halloween? I’m just gonna wear a trench coat and call it a day. I’ll be Athetos.

I’ve done that for the past few decades. He /still/ hates it.

Has he been so engrossed in his research he’s been away for who knows how long? Yes. Yes he has. But at least he has Akasha.

[WHICH OF YOU SPROUTS IS MESSIN WITH MY DOMAIN?! LEMME AT ‘EM, ISSAC! I’LL SHOW THOSE DAMN SPROUTS WHAT FOR!] Morpheus, please calm down— [DON’T YOU BE TELLIN’ ME TO CALM DOWN, YA DAMN PANSY! IT’S YOUR DOMAIN TOO!]

[*very put out grandpa weaver sounds*] I feel like it’s centered in Grastaea, but I can’t pinpoint it…

Issac drops what he was holding before suddenly crying out in pain. An image flickers though his mind of a shadowy figure tearing through bright crimson threads with razor sharp fangs. What it meant, he didn’t know.

<-isn’t having any problems.

Have you TRIED Sudran cuisine? This stuff is practically a five star meal compared to some of the stuff we made. Although one time was because Gir-tab mistranslated something.

Ayaha and Otoha will have a fun time dealing with the whole of the niĝ-ul.ak ki-tuš in my head. And also Morpheus being there too.

[*extremely loud grandpa sneeze* Which one’a ya sprouts’re talking’ ‘bout me?!]