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⠀Hair not tired, suit unusually loose, the demi—god is lying sloppily against the couch flicking through TV channels. Only small smile is present.⠀
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❛ So you have your eye back, love! Who was able to put it back for you? ❜ Malum seemed cheery at the news, guiding his wife to the couch so she didn’t have to stand.
❛ Did you get your eye fixed, love? ❜ Kapnós softly asks, staring to both closed eyes with a small smile of curiosity. He’d released his wife’s hand, hugging her close to him.
❛ Good lad, ❜ Malum cooed again, slowing himself down so he can move to Hyperion’s side. A hand lifts to ruffle the boy’s hair. ❛ I’ll make sure you get the fattest stuffed pepper, after all this was your handiwork so it’s your spoils! ❜
Kapnós gestures with two fingers for his son to follow, turning ‘pon his heel to walk off with bodies in tow. He thoughtfully places a finger to his chin. Tap tap. ❛ I’ll let you have some red wine IF you help me with the cooking. ~ ❜
❛ Does my good, sweet monster wish for some stuffed bell peppers too? There’s enough meat to stuff them with ground beef, ❜ Malum sang, slowly turning to his dear boy. He’d stand up, blowing out fumes behind him so that it lifts the bodies.
lucky your grangran isn’t here to see this, ❜ He cooed jokingly. Kapnós treads closer, kneeling to the unsightly carcasses with arm draped on his knee. ❛ But you’re a helpful lad. These can be surprise leftovers for you & your mother. How does spaghetti & meatballs sound? ❜
The shadow retracts itself till it’s gone, Hyperion’s father stepping out from behind the tree & into its place. Grinning, like usual, his eyes scan the mess before him. 𝖳𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗌𝗄. Oh, his precious boy. Hands slip behind own back, ❛ Such improper manners, boy. You’re
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