The same people, given another chance in a different setting and at a different time, might not become friends again.
It often took the right opportunity, but even if that same opportunity arose, they might still not become friends. Things changed from moment to moment. So did their surroundings, and so did people.
Ruger ended the Divine Object Art and rubbed his chin, suddenly realizing that this so-called sacrifice might be greater than he had imagined.
Even if he lay here and thought it over a hundred more times, he could not imagine how he would become friends with that big-headed fellow. And in that fleeting glimpse, they had even seemed to be chatting away happily.
Ruger scratched his chin fur. Come to think of it, he did not even know that fellow's name, much less whether they were male or female. All he knew was that they had a big head.
Of course, in their eyes, the two of them were still strangers who had never spoken.
Although he had inexplicably received two gifts from them, they had indeed never exchanged a single word.
What intrigued Ruger about that fleeting glimpse was what they had been discussing that had excited the other person enough to leave marks on the teacup.
Ruger stretched. These things only grew more intriguing the more he thought about them, drawing him ever deeper. It was like delicious roast meat: with no meat before him, thinking about it would only make him hungrier.
He waved a hand and entered the Bedroom Space.
"Heh heh, my great master, your most, most loyal servant offers his greetings." Stray Hair One floated about.
Ruger had barely taken two steps before this fellow appeared in front of him. One look at that chuckling face told him that this was