Flails. He’s here, someone give him attention.

x| been back for .2 seconds and my hyacinthus x apollo muse is being tested help

Bury him with some lasagna. x.com/odetounderworl…

With pillows? x.com/odetounderworl…

... He’d like a refund on his soul. x.com/odetounderworl…

Among other things.

Disgusting. x.com/lucenteclipses…

Crepe is love.

Quietly observes. With noodles.

If she gives him alcohol. x.com/lucenteclipses…

Yawn ... boy needs his sleep.

It’s a deal ... assuming he doesn’t pass out before it even starts. x.com/lucenteclipses…

He’s already on it. x.com/lucenteclipses…

Sleepily waves in acknowledgement.

Leans into the touch. “Wha — ...” x.com/gearhad/status…

He’s mastered the art of not speaking; he’s got this. Waves in friendship.

Drowsily attempts to read her expression, blinking through the sleep deprivation. “Mmm ... You’re up to something.” x.com/gearhad/status…

Lips spread apart to reveal a tiresome smirk; a throaty chuckle following through. “The fact you’ve already assumed you’re up to something bad speaks for itself, Sweetie” x.com/gearhad/status…