❝ Some kids in promiscuous costumes. You know how the youth are. ❞ Thana drawled with gritted teeth, contemplating a summoning of a hell hound or two. As soon as they gave room for some distance, he found himself much more at ease. Panic had weighed on him long enough; alternative measures might be appropriate. ❝ Maybe what we need is alcohol— ❞
His eyes lit up as he fought the urge to throw his arm around the other’s shoulders, considering how pissed off he was a few minutes ago.
“Now you’re talking Tay. I know just the place around the corner.”
❝ 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?”
