That embarrassing moment when an encounter with a galactic energy barrier transforms you into a vengeful demigod and the first time you try to smite someone, you get the middle initial on their tombstone wrong.
“Jim…I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You didn’t know how you ended up here, listening to your friend rant to you about something you’d apparently not done or had done or…you were completely and utterly confused at this point and it was clear that Jim was just frustrated.
“You have no idea, do you? Seriously?”
“Honestly i’m completely confused…what do you mean I should have caught on by now?” You weren’t sure what had happened the you were supposed to be aware of, but you hated feeling like you’d missed something massive.
“Fuck…” A hand ran over the lower half of his face, tension clear throughout his body, “I like you. That’s what I mean. How you don’t know when i’ve been hitting on you for a month I don’t know.”
“You’ve been flirting with me?” You were completely baffled. He liked you. He’d been flirting with you…