“Heh, I could get used to this. Just me, you, and your lap.” Buddha grinned lazily up at you, stretching like a cat. A lollipop, like always, rolled in his mouth. Buddha likes you. God, human, or whatever. And usually he either didn’t like the other Gods and showed it, or just ignored them.

It felt peaceful with you around. Though he didn’t ask if he could rest his head there, simply plopping his head down on your lap. “Y’know, I think I’d get some better shut eye if your stopped squirmin’ around so much.” He pinched your thigh lightly, clear teasing in those charcoal eyes of his.

Like the embodiment of an over-affectionate cat, he nuzzled his head on your lap a little. He didn’t care how it would look to others. No God or human would rule him, but him. "Feels like I’m floating on a cloud. Or maybe that's just your lap."

He twirled the lollipop in his mouth, contemplating something with a mischievous glint. “Ever wonder why we don’t do this more often? I mean, I could be napping in luxury.”