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Miss. A term that felt like a layer of condescension every time another deity used it along with her own name. The establishment Hecate ended up visiting that night was indeed beautifully prepared, with its decorations and design making justice to the name. Even if she hated to admit it, Freyr was correct and once again her precocious opinion embarrassed the goddess. “You can’t be surprised one would have a different scenario of a place named Maid cafe. Have you seen what’s out there in the world?”

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in life, chelsea has definitely learned not to just let herself get dragged around by the whims of her wild heart or even her fickle brain. as in; she has learned not to put too much belief in the things she feels and thinks about other people and things, to first consider before jumping head first into things. it had taken some time, of course, but at this point in time she considers herself quite good at it and definitely more of a levelheaded sort of person when it comes to decision making.

all of that - and that really means all of that - leaves her brain, heart, body altogether the second her gaze lands on the young man she’s currently still staring at. he looks like beauty personified, or something like it at least. handsomeness, sexiness, whatever else is in that list of words, they can all be used to describe this man she’s looking at and she honestly doesn’t even remember what she was doing before her path crossed with his and she found herself just staring.

"Remember when I said I wasn't going to say anything about gods dating demigods because I had nothing nice to say... Yeah. That's all."

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Sihyeon looked up from scrubbing at a large wine stain on her white skirt, practically pouting at him. "Don't say that!" She complained, although her arms had gone limp in hopeless despair. The wine had gotten on her pretty lilac blouse as well, which was all the more cause for upset. True, these were Sakura's clothes, not actually hers, but she still didn't like the idea of them being beyond saving.

There had been a lot of years where she couldn't have afforded pieces of this quality for herself, so the idea that she had ruined them was mortifying- even if it had technically been a customer, and not really her fault.

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Blair respected her mother and, most of the time, would do absolutely anything that was asked of her. However, as the weeks went on, she was beginning to question her sanity. It started out as basic snacks, some kimchi or leftovers, but her mother was soon asking her to bring Freyr entire meals. It was ridiculous really.

But she begrudgingly obliged, packing the box of dak galbi into a bag before heading to see Freyr - her father, though she would never admit.

“It’s from mum,” she insisted, handing the bag over as soon as she stepped in. Her brows were furrowed, the outside clouds growing darker as her discomfort grew, “I don’t know why she seems to think you can’t cook for yourself. Or why she’d even care if you starved. Just take it. I don’t care if you eat it.”

Raiden enjoyed being outside in nature because he was part of it, after all. He enjoyed the wind, the view and, the earthy smell that was still captivating to him because for a very long time, his place was up in the sky, and, although he could see everything, he couldn't experience it.

A coincidence (maybe) that he ended up having a casual conversation with Freyr, a conversation that went for at least an hour, walking without a clear path through the forest. It was a great idea to bring food with them yet, he had to give all credit to Freyr because he was the one that came up with the idea.

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he sits on a chair in sakura, eyes fixed on something beyond what is actually in front of him. his expression is slightly downcast, a soft sadness to the lines of his face, as he is staring off in oblivion. this particular place had been advertised to promise companionship and warmth and so he’d gone over in hopes of finding a little bit of that. it’s hard, after all, for him to make friends with new people, so what better solution than not needing to be friends for someone to treat you kindly and with warmth?

he just hopes he didn’t misunderstand the description of this place and has ended up in some sort of adult entertainment business. he is an adult these days, has been for several years now, but it’s still hard to grasp most days that things like this are now normal. he has never been quite that normal himself, really.

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Felix loved the Hallow’s Eve ball. It might have been his favourite event on the island-- well, maybe next to the Sunshine Festival. There was just something so fun about all the decorations and costumes and candy. He did not like scary things very much, but he could brave them in exchange for all the good parts of Halloween.

He was doing what he usually did at these parties, bouncing from person to person to talk to old friends and make new ones, when he happened upon Freyr. He paused, trying to figure out what the god was dressed as. It looked sort of familiar, but nothing came to mind. He had always been bad at remembering TV shows and the like. For that matter, the god also looked familiar. He was Norse, wasn’t he? Had they talked before? He might have forgotten.