Life was a fickle thing, especially in a world like this. Something could happen and Willard would have near to no control over it. He didn’t like the thought of Keahi being alone, waiting for him to come back only to never see him again because he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble. He was starting to realize just how careful he would have to be. He’d need to watch his back, keep himself fed, stay out of the cold as much as possible. He had to survive.
“I think I know my resolution.” he said with a soft sigh. “Just to stick around. Make the best out of the situation, you know? I guess my resolution is to survive…and to find out what these stupid little horns are all about.” he poked at one of the protrusions on his head. “And no, my sense of fashion is just fine, thank you very much.”
It wasn’t the worst resolution in the world and he could only hope that Willard sticking to it and keeping himself alive meant he would see him that much more often. They probably wouldn’t be quite as intoxicated next time however. Alcohol was fun if you were careful and didn’t drink yourself silly every single night. After all, the magic would wear off eventually.
“If you say so, peasant.” Keahi teased again, giving the tiny nubby horns another glance. They certainly were strange, he’d give him that. “When and if you do find out, let me know. I’m terribly curious just how a human from another world just happens to sprout horns out of nowhere. As odd and unpredictable as this place is, I’ve never experienced anything quite like that before.”
