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While Chibiterasu poked his head out from behind Amaterasu, the goddess leered at the wandering artist that stood a good few shorter than her, her gaze piercing and body tense at first. It was severely concerning, seeing a seeming duplicate(though many, many sizes larger) of her long lost companion here. Surely he couldn't have grown since her departure upon the Ark of Yamato, right? But...
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Apparently that was exactly what had happened, based on the way he spoke to her son alone. Were any doubt left, it would have been vanquished by the small man's words to her herself, her body relaxing and shoulders visibly slumping with clear disbelief and wariness. This was Issun alright, there wasn't even a minuscule sliver of doubt about it. No other being could possibly make her feel so exhausted with everything with just a singular phrase. Hearing his raving over the 'racks' of other women in their time together was bad enough, but now she had to hear him speak of hers too. T_T
Fortunately, the goddess was a forgiving one, and despite her initial response being slouching and giving the most unadulterated look of disbelief to possibly ever have come about from anyone ever, she shook her head and slowly righted herself, managing an affirmative nod. Just, not about her status as a busty babe. About her identity, the origin of all that was good and mother to us all, Okami Amaterasu stood proudly before Issun in all of her glory. Except she really didn't look proud in that moment. She looked done, and then as she drank the short male in with her intense green gaze, mildly amused. Tilting her head, a gesture was made regarding Issun's current height, then another regarding his former, a faint trace of a smirk on her lips as she addressed his 'sudden growth'. Heh. She wasn't sure which of his heights were sadder.
In any case, she did not get to tease the male as she may have liked, her gaze shifting back to the small boy behind her. Which actually initially amused her more, her grin widening as she stepped to the side and gestured him to come forth in symbolism that it was okay, for her eyes took note of the fact that Issun and her extremely young child were the same height, thereabouts.
...Calm. She was calm. She wasn't giggling at that fact, not at all.
With her composure regained and a more tender smile than her previously amused smirk, she gave yet another affirmative nod. Yes, she and Issun went back quite a time. It had been a handful of years since they had parted, but despite her evident teasing, the way her gaze softened as she looked to him was clear tell of the fact she held him in high regards. He had provided endless aid to her, and for that she would eternally be grateful.
It was good to see him again.
@Sen @Alex Azure
With an affirmation that this is a friend of his mother's, Chibi stepped out in front of his mother to greet the wandering artist. He wasn't much for words with anyone aside from the motherly goddess, but he still wished to introduce himself. As a way of doing so, he plucked a blank scroll from Issun's pack and held it up for Issun to see.
Marks of ink would suddenly appear on the paper, written by the power of his own Celestial Brush. The marks spelled out his name for Issun to see:
"Chibiterasu"
@Pretentious Pineapple @Sen

"I was wondering when you'd come and visit me - thought you'd forgotten all about me, I was gonna go up there and make sure you were doing your job right. I bet without me, you just sleep all day." Issun huffed with confidence. She was always so out of it all the time anyway, it was always up to him to make sure she was on task. Never one to pay attention to her surroundings, this one. He'd never forget the time she tried to eat him, or the time where she fell many feet down into the den of a flat spider lady, or the time she tossed him around with the God of Catwalk...
The little one caught his attention as he moved to pluck out a piece of paper, holding it up for him. Issun stared - he still wasn't sure who he was, since it wasn't Amaterasu...
"Chibiterasu?" Issun titled his head. God, who named him? What an unoriginal name-
"Oh." Issun felt stupid, but he wasn't going to admit it. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. You're... you're Ammy's son?"
Wait a second, but according to basic biology and the power of intimate contact, that must have meant... uh, who was the father? The Celestial Plain was pretty ravaged the last he had heard of it, due to the events of that eight-headed beast, but there was one person who had went with her on the Ark.