#penisus.

[ariotingvine]

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Send me a '✖' for what my muse's thoughts are about yours...WHILE DRUNK.

"You slept with my kid. I never forget. If your dad didn't have the ability to fuck up my sex game-- I would've crushed your spanakopita by now."

[ariotingvine]

Just kidding. Don't get too happy.

No use trying to take it back.

[ariotingvine]

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This doesn't surprise me in the least.

[ariotingvine]

▌prepare for trouble make it double;— ld&dy.

"The plan’s flawless— just don’t screw it up." 

He knew a good plan when he saw one; and what the two of them had come up with was nothing less than perfection. In the beginning, the god had, had no idea what to make of the demigod but bunch him in with the other demishits that had forced their way into the deity's life. The irony was lost on Dionysus as he was easily known as the little shit of Olympus. Over time though and before the both of them had even realized it, they had found an understanding in each other and a shared delight in causing relatively harmless havoc from time to time. Perhaps it had started with the threat of the god becoming the younger's 'pet', which Dionysus saw as something against his way of life-- or the teasing edged with brief sexual undertones.

Nothing was ever made of it as they settled into their dynamic. At this very moment, what existed between them could easily be thought of as a duo that more often than not found themselves in hijinks with the initial encouragement of the god's. They currently found themselves in a banquet celebrating the construction of a newly established dam on the outskirts of the city. Dionysus had the exaggerated hopes of converting the water to wine, and required the help of the demigod to distract the guests as he got to work.

Dressed in suits he knew would appeal to anyone with eyes-- he knew the demigod's lustful abilities would be an asset in this crowd.