You turn your focus to Primus, the tent type having sat down and done his best to relax. You tell him to just relax, be himself…Dad and Devil are gonna cook some food, and he and Lover can just sit and talk.
Lover seems to be listening to their own god, and both TCPs turn to each other simultaneously, laughing as soon as they realize. Is Primus’ god hovering over like a helicopter too?
A helicopter? What’s that, Primus asks.
It’s a vehicle, Lover says with an ever-present grin. One that hovers through the air, using propellers. Makes a terrible racket, but that sounds pretty cool to them, you know? Primus agrees with a nod, admitting that loud noises can be pretty exciting, as long as he expects them! He pauses, asking Lover if they have a helicopter, considering they know so much about them.
Oh, nah. They just learned about it from books. They’ve got all kinds back at the fortress, and Lover knows lots and lots of things. All of their team does.
Lover tilts into a relaxed position, floating casually. The outside world, beyond this place…it sure is interesting. It’s got wild things to it, things Primus could never even think up in dreams.
Oh, but that’s not too interesting, is it? Primus didn’t come here to talk about books, did he?
Little does Lover know, Primus really wants to talk about books, and is mildly vibrating over the chance to gush over them…though most of what he’s read is fiction. Would that even be interesting to the mask type, with how much they seem to know about a whole other world? What would he even ask them about?