The Great God Pan

May Pan bless your year!

Blue Planet II

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And Pan would always be that dad who would be right in the middle of the debauchery until someone comes and says “You boys should be ashamed. Where is your father?” At which point he would sneak away from the scene.

“— How are we gonna do that?” She asked. “The car is stuck in the roof of the house. By the time….we get it out we have no way to fix the roof.” She raised a brow.

“So, maybe we don’t fix the roof but we can get the car down and just blame it on a freak accident.” Yeah, his family would believe that. “Come on, I’d help you if you were the one who crashed a car into the roof!” He begged. “Do you know what my dad will do if he sees this?!”

“But I can fix it.”

❛–Pan that is…Pretty bad. Oh god! Did you drive it..wait how?❜

“No! Of course not!” He laughed. “I was in the passenger seat. Ricky was driving.” He pointed to a raccoon that was grooming itself in the corner. “But I think we can fix this. Ya know? Like, no one has to know.”

“It’s been a while. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me.” The god chuckled.

“—- Awww Welcome back Hermes!” aphrodite smiles.

“Aph!” He smiled back, fairly glad to see her. “How’re the kids?”