❝ Oh, I’m the god of wine and cleavage, I’m so hilarious —— YOU EITHER HELP ME OR CRAWL BACK TO YOUR STUPID, GLORIFIED TEMPLES! ❞ Thanatos was close to screaming, as his scythe was his safety blanket and the only artifact that meant anything to his profession. Frustration got the better of him as he desperately grabbed Dionysus’ jacket, hissing in his face while his eyes brewed a hellish red.
Unfazed both by the yelling and the sudden a t t a c k, Dionysus’ grin only widened as he realized how pissed off&& perhaps even upset the other was. More fun for me, he thought as he put his hands on the other’s arms and patted, his eyes meeting Thanatos’ as he cooed.
“Aw, you need my help? Alright, alright. Do you remember who took it?”
