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@prometheus-udad-rp
You all know who this is!
The haters thought they could keep me away, but I'm back online! Shocking, I know!
Anyways! Felt like it was only appropriate to make a blog where my fans— and others too, I guess— can speak to me!
Prometheus out! Keep hating the Olympians!
extra info under cut
It's pride month Prometheus you know what that means
Huh? What? You want me to, like, make my mechanical birds mate together? What?
so hypothetically if someone, not me, stabbed zeus.
- 🐦⬛☄️
I'd cheer.
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
Penelope poured something in a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Prometheus.
"Soup. Meat soup." She answered before moving to the sink to do the dishes of everyone else who's already eaten dinner and simply left it there.
"Hm? Anticlea basically sleeps all day now, anyways. And Telemachos still has a bedtime, he's a student after all."
"... Meat? I thought you didn't eat meat." Prometheus sounded suspicious, that was, until he tasted it. "... Mm." He was surprised that it actually tasted like actual food and didn't secretly rearrange his organs again.
"It's not nice to speak of an old woman like that, you know? You're joining her category soon anyways."
"Oh, yea. You still plan on getting the kid into college?"
"I don't. I still stick to whatever fresh fruits and vegetables are left, I made the meat soup for the others."
Penelope didn't want to fully confess, but the soup was Prometheus' previous livers. It saved her a few more pennies and she put it to use instead of letting it rot away in the bin.
"And yes, I still plan on that. He's going to be better than whatever his parents are."
Prometheus eventually finished his soup, he leaned back on the chair to catch his breath, he doesn't remember the last time he ate actual food.
The two eventually delved into normal talks, but Prometheus' eyes couldn't help but drift towards the bump on his friends stomach... The baby bump.
Penelope took the bowl from him and began cleaning it. Things seemed normal again, for once, except she could feel Prometheus' eyes at a very specific part of her body even as her head was turned away.
"You want to say something. What is it?"
Penelope asked with her back turned, cleaning the bowl and the spoon unnaturally slower than before.
"..."
Prometheus was silent himself for awhile.
"You're still keeping it... Even though you know it's going to destroy you."
Prometheus' voice was lower now, he almost didn't want to bring this up again.
"... I'll keep it and love it, just like Telemachos."
Penelope finally finished cleaning the spoon, now onto the bowl.
"With the way you speak, it's almost like you want me to have a miscarriage."
"... Don't say that. I'm much more mature now, and my hatred for you isn't that big."
Prometheus got up from the chair.
"Is it okay for me to put my clothes on now?"
"Uh huh. Go ahead."
Prometheus left the living room, and it was just Penelope and the sound of the dishes being cleaned.
She eventually appeared at the doorway of the room the two were in previously, watching Prometheus put on his clothes with her usual neutral face.
"I think I'll go now, I still need to get some work done."
Prometheus buttoned his shirt and put on his coat again as he left the room and made his way towards the main door, with the bottle in hand, of course, there was still a lot left.
"Bye. I'll... I'll see you around."
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
Penelope poured something in a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Prometheus.
"Soup. Meat soup." She answered before moving to the sink to do the dishes of everyone else who's already eaten dinner and simply left it there.
"Hm? Anticlea basically sleeps all day now, anyways. And Telemachos still has a bedtime, he's a student after all."
"... Meat? I thought you didn't eat meat." Prometheus sounded suspicious, that was, until he tasted it. "... Mm." He was surprised that it actually tasted like actual food and didn't secretly rearrange his organs again.
"It's not nice to speak of an old woman like that, you know? You're joining her category soon anyways."
"Oh, yea. You still plan on getting the kid into college?"
"I don't. I still stick to whatever fresh fruits and vegetables are left, I made the meat soup for the others."
Penelope didn't want to fully confess, but the soup was Prometheus' previous livers. It saved her a few more pennies and she put it to use instead of letting it rot away in the bin.
"And yes, I still plan on that. He's going to be better than whatever his parents are."
Prometheus eventually finished his soup, he leaned back on the chair to catch his breath, he doesn't remember the last time he ate actual food.
The two eventually delved into normal talks, but Prometheus' eyes couldn't help but drift towards the bump on his friends stomach... The baby bump.
Penelope took the bowl from him and began cleaning it. Things seemed normal again, for once, except she could feel Prometheus' eyes at a very specific part of her body even as her head was turned away.
"You want to say something. What is it?"
Penelope asked with her back turned, cleaning the bowl and the spoon unnaturally slower than before.
"..."
Prometheus was silent himself for awhile.
"You're still keeping it... Even though you know it's going to destroy you."
Prometheus' voice was lower now, he almost didn't want to bring this up again.
"... I'll keep it and love it, just like Telemachos."
Penelope finally finished cleaning the spoon, now onto the bowl.
"With the way you speak, it's almost like you want me to have a miscarriage."
"... Don't say that. I'm much more mature now, and my hatred for you isn't that big."
Prometheus got up from the chair.
"Is it okay for me to put my clothes on now?"
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
Penelope poured something in a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Prometheus.
"Soup. Meat soup." She answered before moving to the sink to do the dishes of everyone else who's already eaten dinner and simply left it there.
"Hm? Anticlea basically sleeps all day now, anyways. And Telemachos still has a bedtime, he's a student after all."
"... Meat? I thought you didn't eat meat." Prometheus sounded suspicious, that was, until he tasted it. "... Mm." He was surprised that it actually tasted like actual food and didn't secretly rearrange his organs again.
"It's not nice to speak of an old woman like that, you know? You're joining her category soon anyways."
"Oh, yea. You still plan on getting the kid into college?"
"I don't. I still stick to whatever fresh fruits and vegetables are left, I made the meat soup for the others."
Penelope didn't want to fully confess, but the soup was Prometheus' previous livers. It saved her a few more pennies and she put it to use instead of letting it rot away in the bin.
"And yes, I still plan on that. He's going to be better than whatever his parents are."
Prometheus eventually finished his soup, he leaned back on the chair to catch his breath, he doesn't remember the last time he ate actual food.
The two eventually delved into normal talks, but Prometheus' eyes couldn't help but drift towards the bump on his friends stomach... The baby bump.
Penelope took the bowl from him and began cleaning it. Things seemed normal again, for once, except she could feel Prometheus' eyes at a very specific part of her body even as her head was turned away.
"You want to say something. What is it?"
Penelope asked with her back turned, cleaning the bowl and the spoon unnaturally slower than before.
"..."
Prometheus was silent himself for awhile.
"You're still keeping it... Even though you know it's going to destroy you."
Prometheus' voice was lower now, he almost didn't want to bring this up again.
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
Penelope poured something in a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Prometheus.
"Soup. Meat soup." She answered before moving to the sink to do the dishes of everyone else who's already eaten dinner and simply left it there.
"Hm? Anticlea basically sleeps all day now, anyways. And Telemachos still has a bedtime, he's a student after all."
"... Meat? I thought you didn't eat meat." Prometheus sounded suspicious, that was, until he tasted it. "... Mm." He was surprised that it actually tasted like actual food and didn't secretly rearrange his organs again.
"It's not nice to speak of an old woman like that, you know? You're joining her category soon anyways."
"Oh, yea. You still plan on getting the kid into college?"
"I don't. I still stick to whatever fresh fruits and vegetables are left, I made the meat soup for the others."
Penelope didn't want to fully confess, but the soup was Prometheus' previous livers. It saved her a few more pennies and she put it to use instead of letting it rot away in the bin.
"And yes, I still plan on that. He's going to be better than whatever his parents are."
Prometheus eventually finished his soup, he leaned back on the chair to catch his breath, he doesn't remember the last time he ate actual food.
The two eventually delved into normal talks, but Prometheus' eyes couldn't help but drift towards the bump on his friends stomach... The baby bump.
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
Penelope poured something in a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Prometheus.
"Soup. Meat soup." She answered before moving to the sink to do the dishes of everyone else who's already eaten dinner and simply left it there.
"Hm? Anticlea basically sleeps all day now, anyways. And Telemachos still has a bedtime, he's a student after all."
"... Meat? I thought you didn't eat meat." Prometheus sounded suspicious, that was, until he tasted it. "... Mm." He was surprised that it actually tasted like actual food and didn't secretly rearrange his organs again.
"It's not nice to speak of an old woman like that, you know? You're joining her category soon anyways."
"Oh, yea. You still plan on getting the kid into college?"
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Ah!" Penelope face lightened with a gentle smile. "Speaking about replenishment, the others just had dinner a moment ago."
Penelope reached her hands towards the other's shoulder, gentle leading him out of the cot. She stopped midway when she realized he wasn't fully clothed.
"Right... Where'd I put your clothes?" Penelope handed a coat to the man. "Just that for now, don't want unwanted reactions on the wound from putting on the shirt."
Prometheus winced as he got up, but most of the pain was numbed by the bottles continents.
He put on the coat without much protest, and then he went towards the door. The house seemed pretty unchanged from the last time he had come here, he took a seat at the table, the usual seat he'd seat at when he still crashed here before getting his own flat.
"What's for dinner?"
Prometheus couldn't help but notice how empty the living room was. "Is everyone already sleeping?"
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
"That's a weird way to express your gratitude for someone who saved your life.
Penelope didn't directly hand the bottle to Prometheus, she instead held it out to him with her hands loosely around it. She still didn't think he should continue this habit.
"But of course, what does the old hag know about etiquette."
"Okay, I need to be replenished now. Something about the transplants always get me dehydrated."
Prometheus took the bottle from her hand, gently instead of snatching it like other times, he felt weak today.
"Nnghh... Penelope..."
Prometheus called out from the other room, his torso hurt like hell as he laid on that clot, he may not be able to see the clot but he knows it got much more bloody than last time.
'Stupid liver... Stupid body...' Prometheus thought to himself as he struggled to get up.
@prometheus-udad-rp
The door opened in a hurry, Penelope's figure was shadowed by the light from outside the dimly lit room.
"Aren't you and your body stubborn? Go back to sleep."
Penelope approached Prometheus' body that laid on the cot, she had bottle in her hands, it was tightly wrapped in her fingers.
"I go through all that trouble of finding a brand new, healthy liver for you... And you're already on about ruining it with your drinking." Penelope face shifted to a frown, even if the darkness of the room didn't make it fully visible. "You could have at least tried not to get up to show some respect for my work."
He relaxed a bit at the sight of Penelope, he doesn't really know why, though.
"You can very well keep that bottle out of my reach." Prometheus started to slowly rise, his hand fisting the sheet laying on top of him. "And why'd you replace my livers if you didn't want to go through the trouble again?"
Finally, he was able to fully sit up. Taking a look at his surroundings, specifically himself, he noticed the bandages present on his bare upper half, he almost wanted to pull them off just to piss Penelope off. He also noticed how much more bloody the cot was than usual, in fact, looking at Penelope, her hands had more blood than usual too.
"You're getting sloppier at your job." He assessed, he didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it very much was either way even if he didn't mean it in an insulting way.
Greetings Prometheus!
I want to get your opinion on something!
What do you think about Cows with Human feet?
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I think they're a disgrace to humankind.
Marvelous!
Would you like to see one? I happen to have a specimen on hand!
No thanks. I think I'll pass on that one, yea.
Awww c'mon! It's so cute! Are you sure?
Yes. Very sure.
Greetings Prometheus!
I want to get your opinion on something!
What do you think about Cows with Human feet?
-🍄🐜💴🦦
I think they're a disgrace to humankind.
Marvelous!
Would you like to see one? I happen to have a specimen on hand!
No thanks. I think I'll pass on that one, yea.
Greetings Prometheus!
I want to get your opinion on something!
What do you think about Cows with Human feet?
-🍄🐜💴🦦
I think they're a disgrace to humankind.
Are you sure? His singing did make penelope cry and sleep in his bed yk
Anything can make Penelope cry.
Are you... ARE YOU CALLING ME A CRYBABAY?!
Oh. Someone finally made an accurate observation on you for once? That's nice to hear.
Why- are- I'm supporting your singing, shouldn't you be denying that I cry?! You know, to support me back?! What the ff... Frickle sticks.
I mean, I guess, but it's hard to deny you're a crybaby when you were crying at my doorstep not even... A week ago, I think.
... Way to expose your alleged best friend like that.
You... sound like you're about to cry again, hm. And I don't care this time, you're someone else's problem now anyways. I'd hate to be the one dealing with your loud ass wails, bet it's worse now since you're basically a wrinkly old lady.
WRINKLY??? DON'T SAY THAT. MY FACE IS SMOOTH AS THE DAY I GOT MARRIED. AND I DEFINITELY STILL GET ID CHECKED AT A CLUB.
Oh no... You're already entering the stage of dementia... Well, it was nice knowing you, I guess.
@sp-eros HE'S MAKING ME CRY AGAIN. ON YOUR OWN THREAD, TOO. DO SOMETHING— please?
You can be beautiful AND old, Penelope, nothing's wrong with being old and wrinkly! Crying a lot is okay too, I don't see how it's wrong, I was just making an observation.
No, it's NOT okay. Don't you DARE encourage her. There's NOTHING okay about living with a grown woman who cries at the minor inconveniences while the household is too broke to afford EarPods.
I think she deserves to have her emotions.
I think she deserves to get eaten out by Cerberus or The Furies, personally.
Sexually?
What. No. I meant, like, cannibalism. Because, you know, that's what those six fuckers do a lot. Where did you get sexually from?
Well, the Cerberus I know does favour cannibalism.
It's just "eat someone out" could be sexually.
Yea. I see that now.
Are you sure? His singing did make penelope cry and sleep in his bed yk
Anything can make Penelope cry.
Are you... ARE YOU CALLING ME A CRYBABAY?!
Oh. Someone finally made an accurate observation on you for once? That's nice to hear.
Why- are- I'm supporting your singing, shouldn't you be denying that I cry?! You know, to support me back?! What the ff... Frickle sticks.
I mean, I guess, but it's hard to deny you're a crybaby when you were crying at my doorstep not even... A week ago, I think.
... Way to expose your alleged best friend like that.
You... sound like you're about to cry again, hm. And I don't care this time, you're someone else's problem now anyways. I'd hate to be the one dealing with your loud ass wails, bet it's worse now since you're basically a wrinkly old lady.
WRINKLY??? DON'T SAY THAT. MY FACE IS SMOOTH AS THE DAY I GOT MARRIED. AND I DEFINITELY STILL GET ID CHECKED AT A CLUB.
Oh no... You're already entering the stage of dementia... Well, it was nice knowing you, I guess.
@sp-eros HE'S MAKING ME CRY AGAIN. ON YOUR OWN THREAD, TOO. DO SOMETHING— please?
You can be beautiful AND old, Penelope, nothing's wrong with being old and wrinkly! Crying a lot is okay too, I don't see how it's wrong, I was just making an observation.
No, it's NOT okay. Don't you DARE encourage her. There's NOTHING okay about living with a grown woman who cries at the minor inconveniences while the household is too broke to afford EarPods.
I think she deserves to have her emotions.
I think she deserves to get eaten out by Cerberus or The Furies, personally.
Sexually?
What. No. I meant, like, cannibalism. Because, you know, that's what those six fuckers do a lot. Where did you get sexually from?
Are you sure? His singing did make penelope cry and sleep in his bed yk
Anything can make Penelope cry.
Are you... ARE YOU CALLING ME A CRYBABAY?!
Oh. Someone finally made an accurate observation on you for once? That's nice to hear.
Why- are- I'm supporting your singing, shouldn't you be denying that I cry?! You know, to support me back?! What the ff... Frickle sticks.
I mean, I guess, but it's hard to deny you're a crybaby when you were crying at my doorstep not even... A week ago, I think.
... Way to expose your alleged best friend like that.
You... sound like you're about to cry again, hm. And I don't care this time, you're someone else's problem now anyways. I'd hate to be the one dealing with your loud ass wails, bet it's worse now since you're basically a wrinkly old lady.
WRINKLY??? DON'T SAY THAT. MY FACE IS SMOOTH AS THE DAY I GOT MARRIED. AND I DEFINITELY STILL GET ID CHECKED AT A CLUB.
Oh no... You're already entering the stage of dementia... Well, it was nice knowing you, I guess.
@sp-eros HE'S MAKING ME CRY AGAIN. ON YOUR OWN THREAD, TOO. DO SOMETHING— please?
You can be beautiful AND old, Penelope, nothing's wrong with being old and wrinkly! Crying a lot is okay too, I don't see how it's wrong, I was just making an observation.
No, it's NOT okay. Don't you DARE encourage her. There's NOTHING okay about living with a grown woman who cries at the minor inconveniences while the household is too broke to afford EarPods.
I think she deserves to have her emotions.
I think she deserves to get eaten out by Cerberus or The Furies, personally.
