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There was pranking people and then there was THE PRANK. Jaewon would be sad to say that this was not his own plot but in fact Kibum’s. He was truly a mastermind to behold. Smiling as he walks bay security disillusioning the tequila bottle and the chili peppers. There were big plans in the midst and he was looking forward to it.

At first, he was worried on how he would explain to Luna that he had a place to be, but he does not need to come up with something when she is being dragged by a hoard of girls. With a shrug, he walks around with a smile on his face until his eyes land on Kibum.

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  --* It’s a fresh day and with that comes Eros’ new routine as he quickly dresses himself to go out for a morning jog, stretches and some coffee from that place that has quickly become his favorite. The god doesn’t pull on anything fancy today, at least in his mind, pulling on some dark grey sweats and focusing to glamour away his wings. Once successful he pulls a light zip up hoodie from his closet and throws it on, not bothering with a shirt under it. He’ll just stink it up is the reason he gives himself every morning in the warmer weather. With earbuds in and music up he leaves his apartment and sets out.

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  And the day is simple, falling into it’s pattern easily. It’s so smooth as it goes that when the sudden break to his new found peace halts him Eros nearly finds himself cowering behind the brightly painted corner of the coffee shop. Shitshitshitshitshit! He peeks around the corner again. There’s no denying it. That’s Kibum standing near the door and making his way inside the same place Eros wants so desperately to occupy at the moment. The god gulps and leans his head back against the wall. He still isn’t entirely sure what happened between Kibum and himself that caused the sudden break off of their budding connection but it was made clear by Kibum that Eros was distinctly dropped. At any rate, he can’t keep dodging Kibum like this. They were friends before...well, everything! They may not be on the same intense terms as before, but Eros is sure the other is not a hostile type.

  Gathering himself (and throwing his hood up to hide a bit), the shorter god rounds the buildings corner and heads inside. He decides to be himself- warm and easy-going- even if Kibum happens to take notice of him. After ordering his coffee Eros moves to sit down then with a small shock realizes that the demigod is occupying their usual table.

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First Pan had to find the coffee shop. Luckily, it didn’t take long to find, and the god was able to reverse the path Kibum had taken to find the hair salon the cat-boy worked at. Pan had opted not to make an appointment, merely hoping that the other would have some free time to take him as a drop-in. He figured, or at least hoped, the other wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t too busy. After all, the god of the wild had accumulated enough pocket money to tip the boy handsomely.

He was lucky enough to find Kibum busy with a customer as he entered the salon, giving him the opportunity to sneak up behind the other and whisper warmly, “So when’s your next available drop-in?” He backed away after asking, the grin on his face anticipating some sort of violent reaction, though he didn’t peg Kibum as the type. Hopefully the boy would recognize his voice, since he didn’t have anything else to go on. It was something Pan had entirely forgotten to consider. Meeting people that he could recognize when they couldn’t was becoming a recurring theme for him. Long strides took him quickly back to the sitting area as he waited for Kibum to answer, willing to wait as long as it might take to get the other’s hands in his hair.

She knew she’d have kids here. She wasn’t some God who fucked women left right and centre and left before they could even find out if the woman was pregnant. No, Bastet had her children, her lovely little mortal children that would wither like she could never. Mortal’s lives were fleeting, a tiny little event compared to the contents of the universe. It was why Bastet always had so much fun meddling in their lives. Their lives meant so much to them, even if it meant nothing in the long run. Though her family was a special case. Ra had crafted her with a sense of maternity. Though she usually did not care for mortals, she understood that any mortal family of hers on Mount Phoenix wanted something from her. Wanted to know who they were. She’d give them that, in exchange for... well, a sense of family, she supposed. Maahes was too old now to coddle, and he was off doing who-knows-what. Having his own children, most likely. Bastet found her son’s apartment easily. She’d climbed in through the window - a couple of stories be damned - and simply lay across his couch to await for his arrival. She crossed her legs, propped one of the cushions under his head, and had a nice nap.

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While Jihoon was growing up, he never found it easy to make friends. His best friend was his piano from the day he was born, focusing on his music more than the meeting people. The only social skills he learned were from his mother, television, and the brats who competed against him with whatever instrument he was focusing on at the time. Although he could pass as a normal kid, he had difficulty with understanding social cues until he was almost an adult.

The only friend he had was a boy that wound up moving away. Jihoon didn’t think about him nearly as often anymore, but occasionally he asked himself how he thought the boy was doing. His memories of childhood were vague, but he remembered those times vividly. He remembered the boy being taller and older and way more brave than he was. I bet he’s still taller, Jihoon thought. It wasn’t a feat to be taller than him, though. It wasn’t like he had grown much since then.

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Stray cats were proving to be a fun way to explore the city while he rested. They were a grey space, not technically his domain, but wild enough that he could share their minds the way he did his truly wild creatures. This time he was searching for one around the areas he hadn’t visited yet. His mind projected over the school, the red light district, the posh district. It was proving a difficult search.

Then he felt the presence of something that was definitely cat. But when Pan’s spirit approached, something felt strange about this cat. His eyes blinked open and Pan was more than a little surprised to find that, rather than ankle height, he was looking through the eyes of something much taller. He looked down at the body who’s mind he had entered into sharing and found not fur but clothing. This...wasn’t right.

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Minho handed the box of fresh cookies, inviting Kibum to take more. It had been a spontaneous question, albeit one he had been wondering if he could ask. There really wasn’t much of a question that Minho found the rather ornery young man attractive, especially his dry wit. It surprisingly made Minho smile, and he wouldn’t say no to returning the favor.

“Well, sure. Halloween is all about dressing up...and candy..and pranks...isn’t it?” He cocked his head thoughtfully. “I was thinking of going around, probably drink off our asses after that ball thing, probably teepee some houses, make out...normal Halloween stuff.” He said all of this casually, but his lips twitched, showing just how much fun he had thinking of the idea.

It’s strange, really, to be back in Mount Phoenix. The city bristles around him like the metropolis it has become, people walking left and right, passing him by with no regard for his person. He likes it that way, really. By now he’s wearing a shirt again, at least, which might help with the blending in. His pants are still the same faded, ripped black jeans from before. He doesn’t have much to his name, after all, especially not since he flew right away from a fight and left the entire outside world behind like that. He’s almost ashamed to think of how he asked his mother to help him extend his wardrobe by lending him some money.

Damn, he’s really gotten himself in way too deep to ever claw back out now. He could never get himself to leave Mount Phoenix without at least paying Morrigan back for what she’s done to him. He hates owing people, really. The fact that she’s supposedly his mother, a person who is expected to do things like that for him, doesn’t make it any easier to bear. In fact, it only makes it worse. He’s never had a mother he doesn’t want to start counting on one. But then on the other hand, he already has simply by coming back and asking her for a job.

It’s thoughts like these that keep Sehun occupied as he walks the streets of Mount Phoenix, looking to find a cheap kind of clothing store where he can hopefully buy a bulk of shirts and pants at the cheapest price possible. He half-hopes to find a secondhand store or something of the sorts, but they never tend to have his exact size for pants and he hardly believes any of the demigods or gods would be happy with second tier clothing.

Growing more and more frustrated with the lack of decently priced clothing stores around the damn island, Sehun ruffles his hair in frustration. The raven black locks fall into his line of sight for a second and he’s still a little surprised by the dark of them - he used to keep them light brown after all. But then he ruffles them right back out of his sight with an annoyed sigh. It’s clearly time for a new haircut. Meaning he’s going to pull out a set of scissors later and set them into the longer locks so he can cut them appropriately. Not well. He sucks at cutting his own hair. But he can cut it appropriately short enough for him to live with. And that’s all he needs, really.