[he's half-listening, getting a little too distracted by the blatant show of skin. his mouth runs dry, and it's the only dry thing about the room. steam from the shower has fogged the mirror, which is smudged by clothing as August shifts against it. he wets his lips, his answer is delayed, but he's quick to catch on.]
You reincarnate.
[again, not another question - it's easier for him to coax out answers when he doesn't ask them. he's had enough experience working with demons to play around a simple guessing game.]
Not my family, but, yeah. I would. [no elaborating for you, Theo, he's moving on.] How old are you?
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You reincarnate.
[again, not another question - it's easier for him to coax out answers when he doesn't ask them. he's had enough experience working with demons to play around a simple guessing game.]
Not my family, but, yeah. I would. [no elaborating for you, Theo, he's moving on.] How old are you?