#[also pls she isn't gonna be talking about her feels especially love so easily XDDD still funny he trying--]

[hellishparadiseforthelost]

🗡️ "I also thought the enlightened Buddha was supposed to be humble. You are anything but right now. Take it easy. You don't need a swollen head among your other injuries.", Brunnhilde retorted, making a playful, exasperated countenance. Of course, she was only teasing and did not take the self praises to heart.

It was good to not only hear his laugh but to listen to his jesting commentary. Brunnhilde had been serious. If he acted any differently, then it would have been a cause of concern. While the teen had a serious side to him, as demonstrated in his fight, it still incorporated characteristics of who he was at heart. He hid nothing..at least not in comparison to other Gods she knew. Or even herself.

Buddha lived life to his own whims. He was free and bound to no one but his own ideals, morals and principles. No one could tell him what to do, not even the chief Gods. He was unpredictable in his own manner, as once again evidenced by his choice to fight for humanity. He was a breath of fresh air amongst the stuffy, narrow minded Gods. While his decisions and comments would catch her off guard, ultimately Brunnhilde trusted him. After all, it was because of him that humanity has been able to wield weapons that could fight a God. Without his assistance or knowledge..Ragnarok would have been a one-sided slaughter.

"As for Qin Shi Huang, he is more than meets the eye. Have you not learned to trust me, Bu-chan?~ I must have some special reasons for choosing the former emperor to go against Hades." she replied coyly, her lips twisting into a slight smirk. "If anyone can stand up against the King of the Underworld, it is Qin Shi Huang."

Brunnhilde's temple throbbed a little as she scowled slightly."I do not see how talking about that would do any good. It serves no purpose." If anything, thinking about Siegfried would be a hindrance she could do without. It was a rabbit hole she was doing her best to stay far from. She simply needed to focus on the tasks at hand and get through each fight.

Brunnhilde waved her hand dismissively. "Enough about that. Will you promise to stay here and rest? I cannot have a wounded Buddha wandering the halls looking for snacks. Just tell the team what you need." Not to mention--Buddha did piss off many, many Gods. While she was certain that even in his state, he could easily deflect any of their rage..why take that risk. At least this way if they did try something, they wouldn't be able to escape punishment.

Unlike the infirmary, there were many blind spots out in the hallway.

Also, knowing Buddha, he would also go snooping in the guise of looking for food. He probably knew, like herself, that whatever happened to Zerofuku was no coincidence. It was abnormal and shouldn't have transpired.

Buddha matches her lighthearted statement.

“I think you’d know how well adversed i am in sweetness.” The god even added a mouth corner curl for the effect. Inside his leftover eye his lotus shaped iris shines. And without another breath there goes another lollipop. It instantly disappears between his teeth.

Even though her determination deserved all the praise he could muster. She’d someday have to pry it out of the god. Once her sentence landed in his ear she made him cackle loudly. Buddha throws his head in his neck and lets the laughter come from within. For why keep back when she’s around. Brunhilde just kept surprising him over and over. There was never a dull statement with a fierce personality like hers. He’d wonder where she got it from. Looking at her sister Göll, the polar opposite.

“I actually think you wrote a little something down from my own speeches.” Another teasing smile, his lollipop stick poking trough. “Again, i don’t blame you. Such inspiration does not wander these halls often.” Buddha acts like he just received an encore. But if it was worth it while being gestured back into the brancard he wasn’t sure.

He watched her phone as she pulled up an image of a black haired guy with a red mark trailing along his face and.. “A blindfold? You’re sending a BLIND man to fight Hades?” He truly though she was the one who had lost her mind.

“I don’t think there is any god they can pray to any longer.” He peers again and again to the picture, Buddha’s memory had left him alone on this one.

He returns his gaze to the demi god in front of him. Who now had a melancholy look in her eyes. He let his mind within let lose. A fight within on which colour they actually are. Are they green.. or are they blue. What do the humans call it? Hazel? No, that’s too brown. Buddha shakes his head, the white strand of his hair bouncing from side to side. “Ehh? You’re too much of a tough one to admit a little love?”