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Sitting behind a desk all day or in front of a class, it did sometimes bring him joy. The way he was able to pass on his wisdom to the young minds creating the future. Anthony walked with pride as he exited the school building for the day. It just seemed like an easy day. Well, easier than most. As he hurried down the steps, he looked around for a moment. It was still such a weird thing to be a normal person for once. Sort of living out in the world incognito. It gave him a chance to figure everything out once more.

As he began walking down the street, he just stood for a moment and listened to the sounds. It was still a bit odd to see so many buildings in one place. Back in his time, it was more open and freeing. Now, it was all metropolitan. Shaking his head, he sighed happily moving forward.

As he moved towards a park, he chose to take a moment and just enjoy life. Not like he had much choice. He saw a bench with someone sitting on it. Being unkind or unfriendly wasn’t exactly part of his nature, so he just walked up to the bench and man and spoke. “Mind if I sit here?”

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Patrick was writing in the park. He liked to write stories and poems when he wasn’t working or working out. Part of being the god of longing and yearning was that most of his stories and poems were about lovers who wanted to be together. He was deep in a storm that he was able to remember from back in Greece but making it out to take place in this modern age. He heard the sounds of someone walking up and looked up just as he heard the voice. He offered a smile and a nod. “By all means, I’d more than welcome the company,” he said, putting his pen down in the notebook.

“What brings you to this lovely park?” he asked looking around. While he was not totally sure if this was Athena or not he didn’t want to assume too much. He hadn’t found too many of his fellow gods yet. But he had heard they were all there. Still he held onto the hope that they would all find each other and try to figure out how to get back to who they were before. Yearning, even if it wasn’t sexual he felt it. He yearned for his old life. “Do you enjoy bird watching?”

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It’s morning. Which, to Hackett, means it’s way past bedtime. The other two were likely long out of bed before he’d have the luxury of crawling in over them, but for an appointment like this, it was worth it. “Early for you, late for me.” Still layered with jacket, shirt, and tie, the eldest Hecate hovered in the doorway. “Not too soon for you, is it? Could slip home, get a few hours in, come back half awake rather than dead tired?” Despite his tone, the academic was as amiable as he was capable of being, garnishing each line with an apologetic smile. He’d aim for a masseuse more within his sleep schedule, but a meeting at two in the morning sends all kinds of mixed signals.

“Everything is setting up right now, actually,” Patrick said looking around. About five to ten minutes he’d be completely ready. He looked at his list for the day, his schedule was packed after this one. “I don’t know if I’ll have time later, I get off tonight at six but I think there is someone here after me, if you’d rather wait for them. Otherwise it should just take a few more minutes for the oils to be warm. If you’d like you can change in that room, take your time and everything should be ready. But if you’re tired I do have to warn you, my massages tend to put people to sleep. Do you have a ride home so you don’t fall asleep behind the wheel?”

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Self-care was important and Lorenzo fully believed in taking care of the body you have. Instead of getting surgery or anything else, you can do little things more frequently to make sure everything stays in check. A massage was exactly what he was looking for and he booked an appointment. He had a whole theory about physical health balancing with your mental health but he was sure his masseuse didn’t want to hear about any of that. He’d ‘preach his message’ at a later time with more people. For now, he just wanted to get the knots out of his shoulders and neck. “I don’t know if I’m the first but this is the time I made for my appointment. Is this a bad time?”

Patrick looked up at the clock on the wall, he was sure he had a few more minutes before his appointments started. “Not really, the oils are warming up. If you want you can step into the changing room and put a towel on. When you’re done the table should be ready. Might have some cold oil but I will work on warming it up,” he said with a wink. He wanted to set a relaxed atmosphere so he moved to continue to set up his table. He sprayed lavender on the sheet to create a good relaxing scent for when his clients were laying down. “You’re Lorenzo?” he asked when he walked over to his list.

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Patrick was glad to be at work for a change. He liked that he could massage away people’s worries and focus on just making people feel better. Sure, his life wasn’t difficult but he did like the escape that came from working at a high end spa. He walked through the halls, dressed in his uniform, headed towards his room. Opening the door he walked in and went through the motions of setting everything up. Turning on his warmers he put bottles of oils in them before turning on his scent warmer to set the atmosphere. He heard a knock behind him on the door, thinking that it was too soon for his first client to be here. “How can I help you?” he asked, walking over to the cabinet to pull out the sheet to drape over the table. “You’re not my first client of the day are you?” he asked, looking at his watch.