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[exmphades]

Cake and Stuff | Minnie & Hades

There’s this sort of festival going on at Mount Phoenix. Hades knows because the excitement about it is quite big. It’s like the entire city is buzzing with life over all the cool things there are to do all over. But what has especially caught Hades’ attention is the large amount of food that is served in several markets. Now if there is one thing he has learned since his return to the Upperworld, it’s that the variety and the level of deliciousness of the food has improved tremendously.

So it’s no surprise that the god of the Underworld is soon to be found near the food stands and displays of whatever it is that is the thing people are supposed to eat during this cheery festival. He honestly didn’t even bother to check on the interwebs what this entire thing is all about, and has instead just come over to live and see it for himself.

Which was a very good idea, he decides, stuffing his face with another one of those cakes they seem to be selling all over. It’s probably his tenth, or maybe he’s somewhere closer to fifteen. Some of the perks of being a god are the fact that he can eat however much or little he wants - and the same goes with sleeping. Clearly in the following days he is going to do a lot of the first and very little of the latter.

The thought brings a grin to his face, which lingers as he looks around himself. It doesn’t take him long to find a demigod who doesn’t look entirely too busy. Especially not too busy to answer a simple question. So he wanders over a little closer to the young male before he speaks up.

“So, tell me, what is this entire thing about, actually?” He just about finishes the question before lifting the umpteenth moon cake of the afternoon to take a bite out of. “And what is this stuff made of? It is truly delicious.”

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Traumatic | Hongbin & Minseok

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Hongbin was starting to think that the city had never had a forensic scientist on staff before-- or that was what it seemed like, based on the stacks of backlogged cases stacked up in the lab. The cases ranged from simple petty crimes to murder, and he had decided to tackle the pile by dealing with the most serious cases first. That was his welcome to the city gift: testing rape kits and examining photos of long cleaned up blood spatter.

The police force in the city seemed far too small for the population of the island, he thought as he headed toward downtown to do some decor shopping, some crime scene photos in one hand and a pork bun in the other. He did not mind being busy, though, so he wasn’t necessarily upset about the work being dumped on him so suddenly. He wasn’t sure when he was going to get the chance to completely unpack, though, and he still had to--

His thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly ran right into someone else, the photos in his hand scattering across the sidewalk. “Oh! Oh my gosh, I’m so sor--” he quickly bent down to gather up the photos, holding his half-eaten lunch between his teeth. Don’t let the civilian see the-- Crap, he definitely saw them.

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“I mean, we do sell the honey on display here,” Minnie said from behind the bar. There were bottles of honey wine, among other alcohols, but the jars of honey he had mixed up were also shelved along the wall for cooking or for sale. “Is there a particular flavor your friend might enjoy? We have florals, fruity flavors, even spiced honey. Or I could mix you up something new. What do you think?” The fabric of his work uniform for Honeypot was a little uncomfortable, and the collar scratched against his neck, but Minnie managed to hold still and look interested while he helped the curious woman across the bar.

Wondering which flavor Hades might like, when the worker asked her that, her attention got caught by a very special combination of two words. “Spiced honey?” she asked, curiously. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to imagine the taste of it she thought that maybe if she’d be honest about who she was looking something for that maybe this friendly guy could help her out. “I have to admit that I don’t know which flavor he likes best.” Smiling a bit embarrassed, because she had so convincingly stated before that this was something her friend would like, Jinah pulled up her left shoulder as she continued, “I’m looking for something a god would like. More specific a Greek god. Do you maybe know what someone like him would like?” Eyeing the different jars of honey they had up for sale she tried to combine each taste with Hades in her mind, “They’re the god of the underworld and I think he’d maybe like a fruity flavor?”

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pumpkin spice;

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“Am I basic for liking this pumpkin spice latte?” Hongbin asked, taking another sip of the drink and glancing over at Minnie. It was only the first day of the Autumn Moon Festival, but he was very much enjoying himself, a fact which was partly due to the fact that he’d run into one of his new friends while he was exploring the market.

“I’ve been told pumpkin spice lattes are very basic,” he continued, admiring a particularly pretty lantern that was on display. “I don’t know why that is, though. If something is good, why would people make fun of you for liking it? I don’t get it. People are strange, huh?”

[dakotaxmp]

Love Medicine: Desperado- ‘Kota//Minnie

Started at the Bottom, now he’s back. Well, shit fam.

//

  Just like that? Dakota’s eyes take in the sight of him, from head to toe that very same boy that left him. Twice. When the hell would he step up and be a man? The feathers of his dark lashes kiss at the tops of his cheekbones as Dakota drops his eyes from the other. The inside of his chest was like a soup basin with too many conflicting flavors-- a mess. Where had he gone? Why were there no calls?

  Am I fucking game?

    Hurt sings through his veins as a silence blankets the space between them, the other employees shifting uncomfortably for a moment. That is until the one holding out the spoon of medicine makes a move.

  “Listen--” Dakota opens his mouth. And that’s all it takes before the spoon is slide in and tilted down, the syrup seeping into his mouth. He gags unattractively and flails for a moment, swallowing it down as just a bit runs in a line down his chin.

  “NNgghrrrraaaaahhhhhhhh!! Shit is nasty!” he manages after a minute, fist flying out to deaden the arm of his employee. The action though true to it’s aim is done in play and the result is the group of them laughing, including Dakota who coughs every few seconds.

  When he regains enough of himself, the demigod brings his attention back to the other. This ain’t the time or the place, he thinks, and schools his face to a look of mild disappointment.

  “If you think you got enough sick pay to cover your late ass, you dead wrong.”

  He stands and pushes a hand through his overgrown hair then motions for the back garden. “We will talk later. Now get back there and fix up those hives- and mind the babes, they got feisty.”

  He’ll have a lot more to talk about later. When the doors close, when they are alone- then he’ll ask things that he’s held back for a while now.

[dakotaxmp]

❛ That’s not what this is. It’s something else. ❜

//

  “REALLY?” Dakota deadpans at the other as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

   The seriousness of his stance is broken by the Gucci headband that pushes his hair back away from his forehead and the foam of his facewash that still clings to his skin.

  “Because it looks to me like you were trying to cheat,” he says matter-of-factly as he jerks his head toward the small t.v in his room on which the game of Mario Kart is on but Minnie had clearly tampered with the screen.

  “You wait ‘til I wash this shit off my face- Imma run you and your Yoshi-ass off the track.”

[dakotaxmp]

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

//

  Dakota isn’t the type to get scared over a lot. He’d grown up seeing the horrors of real life and had a healthy dosage of horror flicks and novels exposed to him. So it isn’t like the kid isn’t fortified against gore and all that mess.

  But clowns? Nah, fuck that shit.

  “Are you outside your damn mind?” he says as he firmly keeps his face away from seeing the tablet screen and stuck in the crook of Minnie’s neck. Oh hell no! Not clowns, not today, no thank you, nah uh! “I don’t do clowns!”

  He can hear the voice of Pennywise the dancing clown from the screen and he shivers. Dakota had always hated clowns, ever since he was little. With their painted faces and their over-enthusiasm around kids at parties- he couldn’t stand them. His west coast home life had afforded him the not-so-wanted luxury of seeing clowns at birthday parties, block parties, and enough fairs to last him four lifetimes. Not to mention that horrible phase the other thugs in his neighborhood had gone through. “Fucking Juggalo reject.”

  On screen, some victim screams as they are grabbed by the hell-clown and Dakota grips onto his employee’s apron. They’re in the dark of the restaurant after closing up early due to a storm watching the remake of IT and the corn-child is not having it. “Minnie quit playin’! Turn it off!”