“You two are disgusting,” May Then My Name said. “Please keep up the good work.”
“You’re one to talk, smartass. You and Ioan could make my teeth rot.”
“I have em well trained, do I not? Perhaps I will make em an honorary member of the clade in your stead.”
-End Waking smirked. “Would he take my name, then?”
-“No, we would have to give him a similarly Odist name. Some shitty line of poetry, a few nonsense words smashed together. Gentle Confusion or something.”
+End Waking smirked. “Would ey take my name, then?”
+“No, we would have to give em a similarly Odist name. Some shitty line of poetry, a few nonsense words smashed together. Gentle Confusion or something.”
They laughed.
“Where I Am Overcome By Gentle Confusion of the Ode-Bălan clade,” Debarre said. “And I’d be something like Even Real Shitheads Know Their Dreams.”
May Then My Name flicked a crumb of griddle cake at him. “Good job on the first name, not so much on the second. I do not think it fits the tone very well, even if you are a bit of a shithead.”
“Confirmation at last,” End Waking said dreamily.