“Does it look like I have anything important to do?” Gokudera has time. He’d just been enjoying the flower crowns the fairies were putting on him, a bit giddy from the pollen effects. It’s worn off, but he doesn’t remember what he came out this way for, anyways.

“Convince you of what? That four thousand years would suck so that’s better than forever? They had a different take on immortality of something?” Aliens. Gokudera would LOVE to understand them. Even if what Gen tells him sounds crazy, the teen doesn’t think he is crazy. It’s believable. Gen could convince Gokudera that he’s actually just a rubber chicken, and the bomber would hesitantly just… go with it.

“Don’t know if I want to.” He exhales smoke away, rolls his eyes. Gonna have to mull this over.

“He the only person you have to remind?”