27th sigh - Second verse, same as the first

[sosnarrator]

[At 915 Bilko Boulevard, Kyon awakens completely unaware of the fact he's been gone a month...]

(... I didn't leave my room like this last night. Hold it... Is this even the same room? Let's see if I can get some bearings here... Is it even the same house!? Ugh, stupid Mayfield geography... Identical streets... What the hell is going on here?)

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915 Bilko (late to the party, lol)

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grunts, looking up from the newspaper at the kitchen table, cup of coffee inches from his lips.]

Who the bloody hell are you?

[sosnarrator]

... Well, apparently I live here now, instead of the other side of town.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He arches a brow.]

Huh.... Oh. Well, I'm Crowley.

[sosnarrator]

I'm... Well, everyone calls me Kyon.

[eyesofaserpent]

Kyon? Hmm...

[His brows furrow.]

Wait, how old are you?

[sosnarrator]

At the moment, I'm 17 years old.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Snort.]

So according to the town, you're the spawn of this house, huh?

[sosnarrator]

Apparently so.

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, then... I suppose it was bound to happen.

[sosnarrator]

Well, I wasn't exactly expecting the town to apparently drone me for a month and move me to a new house.

[eyesofaserpent]

Sorry, I meant it was bound to happen that April and I would get spawn here eventually. Not you specifically, just in general.

[sosnarrator]

Oh, right. Of course.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He watches him with his yellow snake eyes, not blinking very often.]

Have you been in Mayfield long?

[sosnarrator]

At least over half a year.

[eyesofaserpent]

Longer than I have...

[sosnarrator]

Once you've been here long enough, it all kind of seems the same. Boring fifties, boring fifties, horrible death and destruction, boring fifties...