Juno:
(deadpan)
Anran. Why is Sigma not wearing shoes?
Anran:
(without looking up)
He says footwear disrupts his gravitational harmony.
Juno:
Gravitational harmony? He’s hovering three feet off the ground like a philosophical Roomba.
Anran:
Exactly. Shoes would ruin the vibe. He’s channeling “space monk chic.”
Juno:
He’s channeling frostbite. That floor is marble.
[Sigma gently rotates midair, toes flexing like he’s testing the wind.]
Sigma:
(serenely)
The universe whispers through my soles.
Juno:
The universe is whispering “get some socks.”
Anran:
He tried socks. They screamed.
Juno:
I’m not even gonna ask.
[Illari walks by, glances at Sigma’s feet, then back at Juno.]
Illari:
If he dies from toe hypothermia, I’m not healing that.
Juno:
Fair.
