#e;cho

Intae shivered at the sudden touch, feeling arm wrapping around his neck. He slid away and blinked taking a better look at the man./ What… /It took him quite awhile before he realized who that man can be and what is up with his attitude. He laughed at himself and shook his head./ Damn it, Dion, you got so old! You drink too much! I always was saying that! Even thought I was drinking same much… /he laughed and moved to hug the other in brotherhood hug./ It’s good to see you. There was nothing, but a warm feeling from the other, and Intae liked that… a lot! How are you doing?

[‘he was unfazed by the younger'a accusations, instead flashing him a grin that widened to ridiculous proportions once he had seen his assumption to be correct. The joy brimming in the god of wine's gaze was sincere. It had been an unjustifiably long time since he had seen his friend-- now a younger looking man. ] I've done no such thing! Your vision's worsened through the years, huh? To be fair, if I'm not drinking I'm not truly living. ['returning the hug, he gave the other deity his most friendly of squeezes. if he attempted to break his back, it was accidental and made up of camaraderie as he let out a booming laugh. ] It is good to see you too, Pan. I've been well, few reasons to complain as of late-- what've you been up to all this time? I see you've got yourself a new body. Younger-looking than the last time we met.

{`it had been close to a year since he had last seen the god, and no matter how much he wrecked his head trying to remember, he could only think back to one moment that he had actually called him by the truest, and most appropriate term — father. while the man in front of him had seemingly stayed the same, he himself had changed a whole lost since they last met, and of course there was this underlying nervousness simmering through his mind at the mere thought. would his father be proud of the man he had become? not that he’d been anything but a complete wreck the duration of their relationship. regardless he opened his arms in a physical invitation, and despite seeing him for the first time in a long while it felt just like yesterday, in which the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile while his glittering eyes spoke volumes } Then you’ve come to the right place.

[‘the sight of his son before him was strange. strange in that despite the length of time that had passed and how long it had been since the two men had seen one another— there was still that telltale influx of emotion in his stomach that only his children could form. from what the god could see, the young man stood across from him appeared to be the son he had grown attached to during his time at the academy. the similarities remained physical, though a word had yet to be traded, he had the faintest of inklings that the passage of time had changed his son. whether it was for better or worse, he would soon find out. but for the moment he merely let a lopsided grin scrunch the corner of his mouth at the younger’s reassurances. it was all too easy for him to step forward and all but clap his arms around his son. the hug is perhaps easier than all of the short-lived shows of affections of before.] Where has this place been for the last— it feels like centuries— I wonder.

[/unknown number] y o u a r e s i c k

[ //text: ] Tell me something I don’t know.

The way you say it makes me want to deny it, old man. /he grins back, grabbing the vine and attempting to toss it back at you/

You of all people should know how useless denial is. I see through to the truth. ['a brow rises as he lets the vine grow slack in the younger's grip, while another unfurls from his side and prods the demigod's side. this is a sight he remembers all too well and it widens his grin.] So tell me, cupcake boy. What're you doing all the way out here? How's Bansin treating you?