|| Need Geon to fight a swordsman/swordswoman.

There is such a thing as being too skinny, though.

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍❝ 'nother one down. I should treat myself to some chicken. ❞

|| Been feelin' some type of way.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 ──﹗ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍❝ Shit﹗I gotta start getting better materials. These weapons ain't gonna last for shit with basic ass items. ❞

|| Curiosity has been piqued.

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍❝ The divine are scum on their own, but the worst o' them all are the ones that act for their own personal gain. ❞

Years of experience is what lead him to his conclusion.

Using the ( 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛'𝚜 * ) phone to order some food.

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍❝ That shit's creepy as fuck. ❞

|| Gimme fights or I'm screaming.

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍❝ I've known you for a day. Really ain't much time to consider shit like that. ❞

|| Geon to Ishtar: I don't have a favorite thing about you. Me: *internally screaming.*

|| JIM?!?!?

Despite his forte being the construction of items and weapons of the highest quality, he's still a force to be reckoned with when they are in his hands.

Finally exiting his workshop.

He's taking the reader's pillow. It's time for bed.

|| Kinda tempted to join an SL group on Geon.