"I wonder if Ares was the kind of baby that shoved a fork in an electrical outlet, giggled at being "tickled", then did it again."

Casually holding a tarantula. "Isn't he a cutie?"

He tries his best to ignore him so he won't burst out laughing himself. Gotta do his homie a favor.

The second narrator speaks the truth. Whether it be a passionate relationship or a friend relationship, War and Death were made for each other. Two peas in a pod mortals might say. No other could terror!ze Theseus like they could.

Dear Diary, I saw a man slap a bull's ass today. I want to d!e but sadly l'm already dead.

May or may not be dozing off.

"Well, my job overworks me a lot of a time but I'm sure that's different than what you have to deal with." The reaper fell silent for a moment, pondering on how to put his next thought into words. "I'm....sorry you have such a toxic relationship with your father."

"Death is coming."

Thanatos: You make my job difficult. Ares: Oh please. I make your job ✨ exciting ✨.

"Why do I feel like I'm being talked about behind my back?"

Sharpening his scythe.

"I....took the wrong turn...." The reaper muttered with immense shame and as if on cue, a small child around the age of six peeked her head out from behind his cape. Her eyes widen in amazement as she stared at the god of thunder. "Santa!"

"I believe we should all start trying to limit King Theseus' intake of sugar."