4chan gave a light shrug. "Yeah. Isn't there some rule or statute or something about how chaos will eventually organize itself- or something?" he picked at some couch lint, and looked up at the older god, curiously. "Besides, someone made me." he stated, bouncing back into a proper seated position. He was getting squirmy and impatient- for no discernable reason other than he felt the need to fidget, and wiggle himself ever closer to Higher Education, who no doubt did not want him, not that he wasn't about to mess with him. "My dad did. moot. So I'm more subject to...rules and stuff. There's a whole huge set of them." he nodded, suddenly much, much too close. Close enough to rest his head on the other god's shoulder.
Which he didn't do, but he did peer up at him, deviously. "I forgot. I have something to show you. You'll like it." he smiled.