#mpcallum

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“This is a bad idea. Scratch that. It’s a terrible idea! I’m not built for contact sports!” Admittedly Callum could be in better shape. He was fit but he was not strong in the least. So when he had let himself be talked into joining a basketball game at the local gym he was hoping he could try something new to exerciser other parts of his muscles that needed it in a fun way. But one look at the massive guys on the court had him turning around immediately to escape only to be pulled back by his trainer. “Honestly I can just as well go back to swimming and yoga. Who needs basketball to be healthy anyway right?” 

"You don’t need it to be healthy, but it can be fun,” Aislinn tells the young man whose hand she’s currently holding to prevent him from walking away. If there is one delight in having gotten to know him, it’s figuring out he’s Celtic, and that he speaks her mother tongue, so she does not hesitate to use it with him now - or any other time.

There’s a small smile on her face, softening the shortness of her words as she adds: “Also you signed up for this match, the teams will be uneven if you leave.” She doesn’t particularly drag him back onto the court, but she does keep her fingers gently wrapped around his hand, the grip quite solid despite how it might not feel like it, as she refuses to let go of him just yet.

meme: jingle bell memes

‘Your muse wants to build a snowman and make snow angels, however my muse it’s feeling cold and tries to convince yours to stay inside.’

He doesn’t usually feel the cold, or the heat, or anything much altogether, considering the kind of world he’s used to living in, but in this particular moment when he’s just extended an incredible amount of energy to bring his realm back in order not a few hours ago, he’s positively shivering where he’s sitting. Which means the excited young demigod pulling at his arm trying to get him to make snow angels and build a snowman gets met with an absolute zero amount of enthusiasm for an otherwise brilliant idea.

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“Off to reap the cor, leave where I was bor, cut a stoat black thor to banish ghost and hoblins, bought a pair of brogues for rattl’n o’re the bogs, fighting all the dogs-” Cal’s drunken singing was promptly cut short as he bumped into another person on his way to his car. He looked up lazily ready to give them a good tongue lashing until he saw who it was and what was next to them. A scream of terror left his throat as he back peddled so fast he fell over. “Mary mother o’god get that thing away from me! I don’t want to die!” Even without the beer coursing through him the man would have been intimidating but the three headed beast at the man’s feet was straight out of Cal’s nightmares. It was like the reaper himself had come to drag him to hell. The irony would not be lost on him later.

It’s a night like any other, and so Hades is to be found in the street of the city, taking a walk to clear his head, or his airways, or whatever else he will tell random passerbys when they wish to know what he’s doing out. He does not sleep - the dead do not sleep, so neither can their King - but has plenty of hours to fill throughout the night and boredom is a thing he is not quite familiar with.

So once more he is walking, only this time he’s got Cerberus at his side, the Hound deserving its occasional night out of the Underworld as well, to roam the Upperworld and take in the many scents and things it cannot experience in its owner’s realm. Usually Persephone tends to take the Hound for walks and whatnots, but this time it is more Hades who could use the company than the Hound that could use the walk.

And so there they are, and so there is the drunken demigod walking into him without a single eye for his surroundings - too far gone in the booze perhaps to really pay attention to anything much anymore. That is, of course, until the demigod’s eyes fall upon Cerberus and the eyes grow wide with fear, the boy stumbling backwards so fast he falls over his own feet, exclaiming about his death and the lack thereof he wishes to experience.