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  He’s a demon in the flesh because even as he hears the threat, Eros is pulling from the hidden pocket of his jacket a small sprig of the aforementioned plant. “Oh...you mean this?”

  The god has no sense of decent behavior as he holds it up and over Jae’s head. He puts on his very very best smitten look and focuses on Jae who could probably level him with a look right now.

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  Eros is still chuckling about it. It’s been a solid hour but every single time the camera is turned to him the god of Love is snickering about the story Jae told him.

  “I’m sorry!” the words are sandwiched between laughs before Eros goes on. “But how do you expect me to not judge you, at least a little when you tell me you wrote a song for a girl and she not only rejected you but roasted you for it?”

  The god is “normal” today; dressed in relaxed yet fashionable street clothes, a hat and sick mask hiding his ethereal face, and has glamoured his wings away. They walk the human world and for all his toned-downness, the god is still attracting stares with the sound of his laughing.