Bitter smiled back at the shorter male. It must have been that Zacharie that the other versions of himself spoke so highly of. A man of “great beauty and loveliness” as his fourth alternate would say.
Though for some off reason, this Bitter felt as if he met Zacharie before. Perhaps in a previous life? Not as another Bitter, but as himself….
The pause was longer than necessary. Once he snapped out of it, Bitter gingerly took the box and sat upon the ground, opening it later once questions were answered.
"Ah…I am well. How about you Zacharie?"
He hoped that was how the fifth spoke. Otherwise this familiar man might recognize that he is a phony.
Unfortunately for him, you do pick up on it. What saves him is the fact that you hardly recognize the voice-- after all, you only spoke to the man once, and after that, received a concussion. "Mmh. I am... Alright, I suppose. It is good to hear that you are well, however-- I hope you enjoy your gifts-- there is a nice, warm blanket in there, a new package of pens, another two stacks of paper and a stuffed cat doll." Another tired smile is offered, and you sit down with him.
