It's not my fault the House isn't one for revelry!

Good to know! I guess?

I will handle it with utmost care next time!

(takes the smallest, most cautious sip of God Tier Wine.)

(is now lying face down on the ground, the single sip of wine bowling him over yet again)

The often forgetful Prince is searching him room in a a panicked frenzy. he needs to find Mort before 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳. returns. He last remembers the cthonic companion tucked in his bed, terrified he as lost it, and unaware that it is confortably tucked away in fold of his chiton.

Sugar and caffeine, perfect! I was starting to get a bit tired! Thank you, Lord Hermes!

(( oof headache!! no!!!

(off he pops indeed, munching on a kitkat as he dashes toward his next dangerous encounter)

it seemed a lot brighter than usual up on the surface today. Hotter too, almost like Asphodel. Wonder what that's about!

He throws himself into another run. another escape, another inevitable death. He'd sat still for too long.

He's floating in the Pool of Styx, staring at the ceiling, arms crossed in furious silence, and frankly about to heap his fucking lid.

(whistles innocently)

(chuckles) i'm in danger

(( youtu.be/QYLOU3caEl8 hades @ zag

(( zaglympian au BABEY

Hey, 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳. I'm back! I didn't know what kind to grab for you so I just grabbed a bunch.