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[exmpsveinn]

“ can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight? ”

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his gaze wanders from the book he’d been reading over to his friend, who is lamenting to a seemingly wider public, though really it consists of only him and her house plants. he gives said plants a short look, as if to check if they want to take this one, because he’s far out of his depth here. sadly none of them seem forthcoming - if ever one actually does talk to him, he’ll be truly insane, he thinks - so he turns his gaze back to his friend.

“you’re asking me?” he says, eyebrows rising ever so slightly. “i neither sleep eight hours a night nor am i straight, i’m probably the last person capable of helping you find the answer to this question.” he takes her in for a few moments with ample amounts of barely hidden amusement, letting his gaze wander over her face, her hair, the rest of her, all in a non-intrusive way.

“if i were even the slightest bit closer to straight I would have asked you out on another date,” he says with a little grin then, a chuckle of amusement following. “and if i had even the slightest bit more sleep at night i wouldn’t be sitting here with a book, but rather i’d be attempting to sleep alongside you.”

he tilts his head slightly to the side, temporarily lowering his book into his lap. “but if you want i can always try to smother you until you pass out, perhaps then you’ll manage the full eight hours - or even more!”

[exmphades]

“ i’m not even a hot mess," Tohil paused to search for the suitable word before completing what he wanted to say, "I’m more like a scorching mess. ”

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Hades snorts, loudly, then shakes his head a little at the Mayan fire god by his side. “Tohil, my friend,” he says calmly. “I don’t believe it even for a minute.” He picks up the pitcher of ale and refills the man’s mug, nudging it over to the other god and then refilling his own.

“You’re a lukewarm mess at best. I haven’t even seen you conjuring up any fire whatsoever. In fact, you work for the fire department, you stop fires these days. How is that a scorching mess?” He shakes his head as he puts down the pitcher and takes up his own mug again.

“You’re going to have to be at least four drinks deeper into this conversation for me to even start believing you.” Not that the alcohol has any effect on either of them, but there is only so much they need to acknowledge out loud. It’s more fun to drink and pretend like the drinking does anything than to have to admit straight away you’ll just have to pee a lot at the end and that’s it.

Though he fondly remembers the times when he’d be out drinking and Persephone would come find him to take him home before he emptied the entire store of alcohol the barkeeper owned.

[exmphades]

“  life hack  :  you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon.  ”

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He looks over at the young demigod with a soft smile, a hint of amusement in the way the corners of his mouth twist upwards, but the look he gives the youth is soft and fond. In no way is he judging him, rather he is just taking in the look of a mind that could come up with something like that.

“You definitely don’t,” he agrees, turning his gaze back up to face the moon they are talking about. His hands are tucked into his pockets, his stance relaxed. When he tilts his head to find some of the familiar stars in the night sky, his knitted jumper slides off one shoulder a little, but he is impervious to the cold, it seems.

“However tonight I do not feel the need to yell any sad noises,” he continues after a moment, returning an almost warm smile to the young man. “But if you do, I by no means wish to hold you back from it. If you want I can conjure you up a choir of harmony to help better relay your message.”

[exmphades]

“ yes, the rumors are true. i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass. ”

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"Rumours?” He echoes, letting his gaze trail over his younger brother with a slightly raised eyebrow. “You think I have to let rumours tell me that, Seidy? I’ve experienced it firsthand. The lovey-dovey part, of course, but mostly the dumbass part.” He grins easily at his younger brother, reaching out a hand to grasp him by the shoulder for a moment, squeezing it comfortably in a sign of his happiness at seeing his brother again.

“I trust you’ve kept everything running smoothly in the time I was gone?” He continues joking, because last he’d been here Poseidon had been part of the council. He doesn’t particularly think it’s the best of ideas, but then on the other hand it’s probably a better idea than having Zeus on the council if they’re being honest.

“Or has trouble arisen in the shape and form of one of the other Greeks?” He tries to imagine who could walk in and make life hard for Poseidon and really; the list is very long indeed. “Don’t answer that,” he therefore says with another little laugh. “Tell me about you. Have you been well? Are you happy?”

[exmphades]

“  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.  ”

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The laugh bursts from his lips a mere second after those words are spoken by his old friend, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a fondness that not many of the Greeks spark inside of him. Phobetor has been his friend for longer than most, considering that even in the days of Olympus the two of them already got along. Mostly due to their shared dislike for all the other gods on Olympus, but that’s a story of its own.

To find the god here now, on the island, owning Babylon of all places is both a surprise and not, because at this point he thinks he wouldn’t be surprised if even Hestia left her precious books to show up at Mount Phoenix. He’d be delighted, too, if that happened, his older sister perhaps the only one on the whole mountain he never lost respect for in his life. But then maybe that’s what older sisters are for, or maybe he just loves Hestia enough never to dislike her.

“Phobetor,” he says with warm contentment when his laughter subsides, stepping in and pulling his old friend into a one-armed hug. He doesn’t let go straight away, but doesn’t hold on too long either. When he steps back, his gaze wanders over his friend’s new shape and he smiles; content. “I’ve never known you to be either of those things so I don’t think you’re in danger of becoming them. You look great. Stately. How are you?”

[exmpsveinn]

“hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come.”

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he rolls his eyes at his friend’s words, making sure to add plenty of ‘i’m so done with your shit’ levels of annoyance to the sigh he exhales afterwards.

“don’t worry,” he says, reaching out to throw his arm around minho’s shoulders and put his hand on the man’s head to mess up his hair. “they’re serving the idiots last so you didn’t miss your turn yet.” he beams the man a cheeky grin then as he lets go of him again and walks over to the door of the cafe they had decided to meet at.

he hasn’t known minho long, only met him on the island, connecting over something to do with flowers. before long they were throwing shade at each other left and right, and sveinn quite enjoys the absolute lack of a need to remain friendly and stick to more generally accepted communication. that and the younger man is the sort of person that doesn’t drain his energy when he’s around them.

it’s funny, he thinks, how all of the friends he’s made since coming to this island are younger than him. apparently he’s got less issues with them. funny, considering he’s never had any issues with older people, either. or maybe he’s just really bad with authority. who will say?

“have you thought about what you’re getting?” he asks as he pushes open the door and walks inside, holding on to the door handle long enough so minho can follow him in without issue.

[exmpsveinn]

“ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” She asked, shifting her gaze from the art in front of them to Sveinn. A faint smirk on her face as she added, "Cause if you're from the second, we might have some sort of past life connection."

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he’s not usually fond of large amounts of people and being in the middle of them, has walked out of plenty an event before simply because the hustle and bustle of all the people around him became too much for him to bear, making him even more cranky than usual. all of that changes, however, when there’s art involved. it’s perhaps the one passion in his life and the one thing that will always soften him down, even when it involves other people and sometimes even when those people are annoying.

in this case, coming across his coworker was more of a happy accident. not that he was so blazingly fond of evelyn before, but the mere fact that she showed up to this art exhibition out of interest for it gives them something they share, and during the time they’ve spent wandering around it so far, her comments and insights have been surprisingly entertaining.

just like this particular one, the sculpture they’re currently looking at a strange mixture of elements that make it look like monsters crawled straight out of hell and into this exhibition. when evelyn turns to him with a smirk as she makes that comment, he can’t help the smile that spreads on his face, and he gives it a more critical look.

“what’s in the second circle of dante’s inferno?” he asks, because though he’s heard the term and is somewhat familiar with the idea, he doesn’t have an instant recollection of exactly what the second circle encompasses, and it does seem to be vital to know in order to understand the full joke made. or maybe it’s not even a joke at all, who’s to say?

[exmpsveinn]

“ do i deserve back pain at this age? ”

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sveinn looks over at his friend, pursing his lips lightly and pondering the question with genuine consideration. eventually he hums, giving a little shrug of his shoulders as he picks up his glass of wine.

“perhaps it’s the universe’s way of letting you know how much of a pain in the ass you are to other people,” he says then, expression neutral, no part of him signalling that he is joking. except that mark knows him well enough by now that if he weren’t joking, the comment would be accompanied by a glare so sharp it might have the ability to kill, and sveinn would no longer be sitting at the table having a casual glass of wine.

as it is, said glass of wine is truly delicious, making him think he should perhaps praise the establishment for it’s great choice of alcoholic drinks. but then again, the service they’ve been given today isn’t all that impressive so he decides he’ll comment on it before he leaves. maybe.

“anyway, you’re practically a baby. if you’re complaining of back ache maybe you need to see a doctor and get that issue fixed. it’s a little early for arthritis, i’d say.”