[ Who knows if Erich von Däniken exists in Matt's urban fantasy world and has a similar alien-god-based output, but the idea isn't totally foreign to him. He sighs something like oh that's interesting. To his mind, what Tezcatlipoca's just said could have at least three distinct interpretations, and his brain is too sleepy and fried to think them all through to their endpoints. ]
I think breakfast would be good for me, [ he decides, after a long moment. He recognizes his current nausea as the kind that abates after eating. ] And maybe a shower?
[ Matt sits up slowly, monitoring the impact on his headache. Nothing too bad: he stretches his arms over his head, first one and then the other, and turns at the waist to regard Tezcatlipoca. ]
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I think breakfast would be good for me, [ he decides, after a long moment. He recognizes his current nausea as the kind that abates after eating. ] And maybe a shower?
[ Matt sits up slowly, monitoring the impact on his headache. Nothing too bad: he stretches his arms over his head, first one and then the other, and turns at the waist to regard Tezcatlipoca. ]