
Nights in the Las Noches were nice, but they really couldn't compare to the days and nights of the World of the Living. Having arrived in Hueco Mundo some many years ago, Thor knew he had once inhabited this world but every return to it made him wonder: who had he been? Was he someone important that was loved and missed? He couldn't have been a bad guy, he wasn't condemned to Hell, after all. But what was his family like? Had he a wife? Children? He knew not the answers, but the questions always crept into his head as he exited the Gargantua. It was just something to keep in occupied between killing soul reaper's, researching stuff and watching humans. He found them interesting, to say the least. He had been one, at some point, after all. But some of their actions, boggled his mind.
This particular night he found to be 'chilly'. While the Hueco Mundo seemed to be temperate year round, or so he felt, the human world actually experienced 'seasons'. It was a fascinating thing. It wasn't just this that enamored him, but everything about the place. Including the items they called soda. He found the fizz to be particularly interesting, the way it burned yet tickled. Whenever he could, he partook in those. Keeping that in mind, Thor would start roam the place in hopes of finding an interesting individual. In order to do such he would release a bit of his spiritual pressure outwards from his body to make it easier for someone to find him. Assuming he did not find whoever that was first. It was going to be a long day...
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