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     That’s one morbid way to start a conversation. He blinked at the rather unfamiliar girl, recalling he saw her with Callisto once or twice so at least he knew she was one of the girl’s friends, which also possibly meant she was aware of their growing friendship as well. “I don’t think anyone’s life ending could be classified as any sort of happy ending, but.. I guess you’re right in some aspect. People don’t always find their way to their dreams.” Partially sympathetic smile was flashed, but it soon dissipated as thoughts went straight to his mother, unfortunately. He tried to keep it from showing on his face but knew such was an impossibility, concern mixed with near sorrowful look briefly taking over before he managed to battle for more neutral appearance, hand rubbing at other arm in subconscious comfort. “World and life isn’t always as peaceful and merciful as we’d like to see it as.” Ah how gloomy, made him cringe. “But I don’t think worrying over it would be the best either! Sometimes you just gotta work with what you have and make the best of it, you know? Then.. I believe things will sort themselves out, as long as you stay positive.”

A voice inside his head nags at him. You are pretty useless. You screw everything up. You have no talents. “And I’m trying my best not to be useless.”

“With a guy? No fucking way. That’s dumb. If it’s emotionally worse, I mean. If we’re worse off financially or something, then I don’t give a shit. I have to do what’s good for my mental health.”

“What, those silly manticores and hellhounds from a few weeks ago?” Artemis laughs. “Those were a piece of cake. If you were a Huntress, you’d know all of their weaknesses. As it stands, I cannot let you continue without some of that knowledge, Huntress or not.”

Hayi's just jotting down what the last customer asked her to get prepared for tomorrow, when she hears the door open. She pays it no mind, instead muttering the basics to herself in English: "Okay. Thirty wrapped azaleas, twenty-three - that's oddly specific - trimmed and then wrapped roses..."

He gestures towards the party. “We should get going.” There are also many other demigods and gods making their way towards City Hall in their costumes. It kind of resembles one huge costume convention. “Are you looking forward to the costume contest?” Even though he isn’t expecting too much out of this party, there is a hint of excitement. Maybe he feels kind of nervous about meeting new people.      

{✉} That, my dear, is a question I ask myself every day{✉} Why? What’d he do this time?

No-- she couldn’t allow that. If someone in this life she couldn’t lose, that was Taemin. She had to fix this even if she had to get in her knees. Rushing out of her apartment, she grabbed her jacket and keys, and went downstairs to the street as fast as she could, but not before accidentally bumping onto someone. Usually she has great reflexes, but having her mind busy in something else got her scrambled all over the place. “Watch where you’re going--” She snapped out initially before noticing the girl dropped her purse, and she sighed, crouching down to help her, “Here let me help you.”