❝ you gave him a riddle for his birthday? ❞
adonis nearly laughs at the question, his hands fumbling the spoon stirring his coffee. when the prospect is turned back on him, sure, it seems a little silly, but he composes himself before responding. “well, i thought it was fitting, since all he cares about is intellectual stuff. might as well give him something that’ll make him use it.” he pauses, contemplating whether or not to continue on his trail of thought. even after all this time, the thought of saying anything disrespectful about his father puts him on edge, even outside the palace. he spared a glance around the cafe, glad it was mostly empty, before continuing. “it’s not like i don’t know anything i give him will show up in the trash within the week anyway, or maybe re-gifted if its expensive enough. i was tired of it, so i came up with that.” once the words come out of his mouth, adonis can immediately feel the knot in his stomach form, and he tries to shake the image of his father’s disappointed face from his mind.