#Chapter66
---Apparently Yule has a thing for birds that poop on my face-02
/"Could you please not talk about me like I’m not here? Because if you ask me, I’m more here than Rodor is./" I glared at Yule. I’m right, right? I mean it’s not like Rodor can actually act however the hell he wants and talk his thoughts out. I’m not allowing him, right? So he is just living in me, but it’s not like he is there more as a person than just an uninvited guest in my body. Well for now at least.
If a few minutes ago Yule looked surprised, that the word /"surprised/" couldn’t quite describe his current situation.
/"What the…/"
/"Yeah. The Keeper is still very much alive and very annoyed right now./" Come on. It can’t be that much of a shocker.
