Multitype

His face turns bright red and he brings a hand up to his mouth “I am most certainly not your father!”

“And if I assign you to look over the rest of the world?”

[  ♚ - Like an obedient child, Oyeatia buttoned the robe, now having something to wear.]

“So you say you were born today?... you look like an adult though. Plus you could read my journal. Newborns can’t usually read”

“I am not weird!” he pulls Oyeatia “At least button that up” he gerstures to the robe”

….You are being silly…… …….I like you..

“Let’s at least get you some clothing on then... follow me”

“Giratina...” as what he said, wound on his neck finally closing fully, the bleeding stopped. (though his white clothing was still covered) “He’s lost it.”

….Lovers? No, no…..no. Wouldn’t work…I just came to existence.

“You didn’t. You’ve existed as long as I have.”

….How odd….I was born today…! Who are you?

“About you yes, before you.. forgot everything.” 

Arceus sighs and pulls out the leather bound journal, flips to the more recent entries (ones about oyeatia) and passes it to the fellow god. 

This is the cave you spend majority of your time in?” Arceus looks around before focusing on Zygarde. “How do you do your work from in here?”