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12:01 PM
Arriving at Bifrost Gardens for lunch with his girlfriend Venus Kellerman, Basil paused when he noticed a bare-chested statue amongst some plants. Had that always been there? He was pretty sure he would have recognized a statue that was looking pseudo… Greek? Roman? Were there any differences between the two. He knew the Romans bothered heavily from the Greeks, but he had no idea if there were any differences.
Swallowing nervously, Basil stared at the statue. He was feeling… Strange. Why?
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in his mind. A memory of a childhood attraction… An actor… Marlon Brando… and some shirtless comic book hero… Like that narrowed anyone down. He was not green, that was the extent of Basil's knowledge. Wasn't grey, wasn't orange, was not any unnatural skin colour. They were a perfectly ordinary human being.
Blinking for a moment, Basil noticed something off about the statue. Why did it have seven…
"Basil!" Shaking his head, Basil looked over at Venus, sitting by the fountain, waving her hand. "Over here, sweetie!" Smiling, Basil walked over to Venus. Standing up, the girl from Archbishop Dunan's hugged her boyfriend, who in turn greeted her with a kiss. Once they were finished with the greeting, Venus inquired: "So, what's new at A. Nigma?"
"Well, Venus, you are never going to believe this." And so, Basil told Venus everything.
"Do you think he'll take the chance to be free?"
"Venus, if I were stuck with a year-long detention, I most certainly would accept the challenge for the sake of freedom."
"I suppose so…" Venus said, taking a moment to look at the statue, she asked: "So, that thing threw you off too?"
Looking back at the statue, the one that had made him feel strange but now only made him confused, Basil answered: "Yeah, where did it come from and why does it have seven?"
Shrugging, Venus uttered: "I don't know…" Putting a lock of red hair behind her right ear, she asked: "Would you like to hear what is going on at Archbishop Dunan's?"
Nodding, Basil listened intently… For a while at least. He thought back to the statue and how he felt strange when he stared at it. Why? Could it have meant anything? Probably not, he didn't think it meant anything, he never thought of himself as anything else than heterosexual, though he did spend an entire month thinking he was asexual, so maybe there was a possibility he was something else altogether and yet… He never felt that way in the presence of another guy, just a statue… Just a statue. That was not normal… That was weird. Normal people ended up feeling that way about things that were flesh and blood and here he was feeling that way just by staring at a statue? No, this wasn't a sexuality thing. This was a sanity thing.