"Okay.....stupid question. How many angels are there in this place?" Okay, this was only his second, unless you counted Dean who for some reason had wings.
His dad had a PR team too. Apparently Apollo was excellent at haikus. That held up until you heard one of them. Seeing was believing, Michael. Or hearing. But the smart people held their tongues. after a couple renditions of how Apollo flayed Marsyas alive well, everyone shut up. Except his kids, who were completely not scared of him.
"Nah, it's not perception. You just don't seem to care enough for a mortal. Or an Olympian. That narrows down the field a bit. They care about what people think. Especially about something they care about. Like your horizon. You definitely don't. "
Will settles down, sitting on the floor opposite Michael. "Do you really want to know or do you want to play twenty questions?"
He was bored Michael. Really, really bored. No one had gotten stabbed in days. And in all honesty he was used to trying to entertain bored ADHD demigods who thought fun was setting things on fire.
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His dad had a PR team too. Apparently Apollo was excellent at haikus. That held up until you heard one of them. Seeing was believing, Michael. Or hearing. But the smart people held their tongues. after a couple renditions of how Apollo flayed Marsyas alive well, everyone shut up. Except his kids, who were completely not scared of him.
"Nah, it's not perception. You just don't seem to care enough for a mortal. Or an Olympian. That narrows down the field a bit. They care about what people think. Especially about something they care about. Like your horizon. You definitely don't. "
Will settles down, sitting on the floor opposite Michael. "Do you really want to know or do you want to play twenty questions?"
He was bored Michael. Really, really bored. No one had gotten stabbed in days. And in all honesty he was used to trying to entertain bored ADHD demigods who thought fun was setting things on fire.