Time

Ten

Third person's view

A few minutes have passed and the time traveller grew bored of waiting for whoever they were waiting for,  him sitting down on the ground as he groaned out in boredom every second.

The god was rather patient, always looking at the door whenever the bell chimed to take his attention. The time traveller seemed to not capture the God's attention with his insistent whinings of being bored and just asking him to tell who they were waiting for.

Both were stuck in this library for only a few hours, but it felt like months since it was taking so long.  Karl didn't even know who they were waiting for so his patience was running thin.

So,  he stood up and stared at the God who stared at the door.

"I'll be looking for some books." And he didn't even wait for the God's response, walking off to show that he can be completely cocky,  but the God could care less.  He wasn't really paying attention to the brunet,  rather insistent of waiting for the man instead. It fueled his patience when he kept on motivating himself that he would be seeing him again after all these years.  He hasn't been back in this time for so long,  so it was only understandable that he was excited.

He waited and waited,  the time traveller coming back every now and then to see the God still on his place, never even moving an inch. Karl has been gone for hours and you'd still see him standing in the same place. It irritated Karl that he wasn't even that phased about him leaving for so long and it made him wonder even more who they're waiting for that it made this man so patient.

Dream was never patient,  always going to every situation head first without knowing much.  It was a bad trait,  but his quick thinking makes up for it,  he supposed.

The god had so many differences to the green hoodie wearing man Karl noticed. They looked the same,  yes. But, they were completely different in emotions, purpose,  and so many other stuff that they even didn't notice it themselves. It was amazing how none seemed to notice the difference between the two as they only cared about the looks and similarities and basing it off on that alone.

It sadly was the world they lived in,  always basing off on looks and not personality.  Genuinely,  he wasn't one of those people as he always liked knowing someone first hand before doing anything else other than friendly introduction. He always relied on the first impression and it worked really well for him for the past few months he's been using it.

He was glad that his intuition about a person was never wrong, always hitting the bull's-eye when it came to it.  He was positive and confident in trusting people that he met with just one interaction.

Karl was very confident in everything he did,  people noticed.  He was rarely nervous about anything,  always ready to deflect things in a humourous situation.

He was one to make things lighter as he always liked the situation in a much more funner vibe. He never liked it when the place was too moody,  always wanting it to be as positive as possible.

When Karl's in a room, it just was difficult for the mood not to rise. It was a power he had since he was in good kahoots with everyone.  It was a rare occasion that someone hated him.  It just was.

The god was restless,  always looking back and forth on his clock.  He knew the man was always early,  never late. He just didn't remember the specific time he entered the library since he was always busy with reading the news about Henry.  He noted to himself to check the time of his entrance and remember it for other times he might need it.

He was ready to go back and forth with this timeline just to see him all over again.  Although,  he didn't want to go back too much as he'd just go back to the first time he met him,  which is very painful.

The panicked eyes, the loud shriek he made, the constant begging to be saved.  It was just too much for the God to experience all over again. 

He just cannot bear that experience again. He promised to himself that he won't go back.  He just can't.

He was brought back to reality as Karl snapped his fingers in front of his face before getting hit by a book, making him stumble back and cursing under his breath.

He looked at the man and saw the book he was hit by held by his hands, him deadpanning at the brunet before hitting the back of his head.

"OW!" The brunet exclaimed as he glared at the God.

"A book is so much more worse than that gentle tap."

"THAT WASN'T A TAP!"

They started bickering about who's fault it was,  blaming the other.  One was calm while one was yelling out in an exasperated manner.  It was amusing to the God as he watched the brunet lose his composure. It was just funny.

He kept on responding nonchalantly,  riling the brunet up even more which heightened his tantrum, feet hitting the floor as he jumped up and down with frustration.

He was acting like a child right now,  but it distracted him from waiting which is better than nothing. Both kept arguing,  not really caring about the looks they got from the other people inside the library.  They were given dirty looks,  but inside both their heads,  it was just a fun memory they might remember and this might be the start of their friendship.

Karl wouldn't really mind to be friends with the God. Same with the God. He enjoyed the fact that he had some company in time travelling without telling his secret in the first place. 

Then suddenly,

"Excuse me?"