♠ my muse taking care of your muse when they're sick
“Whoa there, Unkie! C’mon, lets get’cha to the toilet.”
With the way Hades was swaying and groaning, Dionysus didn’t think it would be long before the older god would be physically and, potentially, violently ill. Better to get him somewhere where the sick wouldn’t bother the other patrons or ruin the rug.
“Not everyone can be me, Uncle Hades. Even gods have their limits. Other gods, at least.” Halfway gone him self but able to magically control it much better all things considered, Dio acted as a rather effective crutch for his uncle. ‘Crutch’ was maybe even a bit generous, since Dio was doing his best to half-drag Hades to the Feelgoods bathroom in the most dignified way possible. Hades would probably appreciate that later. If he remembered, anyway.
When he finally had Hades kneeling on the floor by the open toilet, Dio rushed out to quickly return with a full glass of water.
“‘Kay Unkie, down this, yeah?”
He would probably throw it up, but it would be a start.
