#mpxyanluo

@mpxhel , @mpxyanluo

Yet another gathering of the usual culprits. They were the ones to be reckoned with. The gods of death and underworld. They ruled their respective realms with justifiable rules and while they were entirely different, there was also some similarities. Yet again, they would meet, at a cafe to sate their need for sweets. Honestly, their meetings only sounded dramatic, but it was just an opportunity to catch up on the weekly gossip, goings on and to commiserate in the sheer amount of work they all had on their plates. 

cont. from @mpxyanluo

yanluo pinches his nose from his hiding spot between two large dumpsters that smell gut-wrenchingly awful. he hopes the stench doesn't seep into his clothes. and prays that whatever puddle beneath his louis vuitton's is water.

he can still hear them. can still hear the tell-tale whispers of a dozen voices and excited trills. their quick, youthful footsteps too close for comfort. its safe to say yanluo blames the greek god fully; he should have never left the council building with apollo, even if yanluo had needed to ask him something.

it might've been safer than to be tracked and bombarded by a group of determined demigods and demigoddesses alike asking for apollo's digits.

one, yanluo does not know the god like that. and two; what are digits?

as if it couldn't get worse, yanluo hears a frantic, "found him!"

oh, gods.

"i regret to inform you," yanluo presses his lips together, chagrined. the trouble that taints the greek gods never fails to surprise him. "but i don't think i'll be going anywhere."

It is the crowd’s sudden appearance that surprised the god, though completely aware of his growing and expansive fanbase. It was just moments after leaving his work with some of his comrades that he got stormed, and in the madness, they got separated. 

When Apollo finally finds him, the other’s words come just a moment too late as the many fan girls and boys are already gushing at his feet. It was really a pain, the lack of privacy and exceedingly interested fans. Though, secretly, it was a pain that only seemed to keep Apollo’s ego in the skies. 

The growing chants grew from the crowd, and thinking quick on his feet, the god produced his legendary bow and scribbled some random numbers onto a loose sheet of a paper. “To the fan who can find this note, I will give you my time.” He declares, and in an excessive show of might, he stabbed the paper with his arrow before shooting it far off into the distance. 

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(...) Shaking his head, Yanluo continues on the path, taking a swig from his water bottle to cool down. “Ticks, straying off the path, or even a bear are far more realistic concerns than a stick with a hidden agenda.”

At the same time the god of death steps upon the uneven terrain, he grabs a branch overhead. With a crack, the deceivingly sturdy, willowy thing snaps. Luckily (must be the presence of the demi-god himself) Yanluo catches his footing, thin twig in hand, mocking him. Glares at it something serious.

Then he points it at Han, semi-threateningly. “Don’t say a word.”

han has really been doing an absolutely wonderful job of gathering around him people definitely older than him who endure his urge to hug them and give him almost everything he wants just because he’s too cute not to. or maybe that’s not the exact reason but he doesn’t care as long as he’s given affection and attention, which he’s been getting in plenty.

of course his favourite person to get both things from is still felix, but he has to admit that having been able to charm even gods into liking him has been an incredible boost for his self-confidence.

even more so when the god in question is tall, stoic, and has the most beautiful handsome face han has seen in a long time. felix is pretty, of course, and han loves him, but felix is not a god, and yanluo definitely is. yanluo is also fucking hilarious, which means that when the god turns around and points a broken twig at him, he has to press his trembling lips together hard to keep his mouth shut.

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it’s not been very long since osiris got introduced to the hospital director. a meeting he doesn’t remember in great detail, except that yanluo shook his hand like someone with a mission to never crack even a smile. which means that about five minutes into meeting the chinese god, osiris had decided that he liked him, and that he should communicate said positive emotion with hugs. what better way to befriend someone than hugs, after all?

it’s no different today, when he comes across the chinese god in front of the halo salon he just came out of. it takes him all of two seconds to see, process and recognise the other god, before he’s beaming the widest grin at him.

“yanluo!” he says in greeting, so that him walking over at least doesn’t come as a surprise to the man. “it’s been a while. how are you?” he slips his arms casually around the god’s shoulders, resting his chin on yanluo’s shoulder and stepping in until their bodies are touching, never one to do things halfhearted. a good hug requires touch, after all.

He removed his sight from what he was doing and observed the three dogs who eyed the food intensively. They were eager to eat whatever they had on each plate, their wagging tails and pleading eyes amused him. The dogs didn't fail to make him laugh, yet, he returned his attention to the bandaid he was about to place over the cut. "Just let me adjust this and, I will be done. The food getting cold shouldn't be our biggest concern when we have three beasts waiting for us to get distracted," he said with a chuckle. Although he was not someone who knew how to take care of injuries, a small cut was easy to treat. "All done. See? It was quick." The Japanese god smiled, proud of the work done, and returned to his seat. "Ready to eat?"

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Rumors spread through the hospital like wildfire, more relating to the condition of the director. From what she could make of the hushed chatter, it appeared he had a sore throat and cough. She had learned a lot in her tutoring and studies back home, and by her nature, Davina knew immediately what could help her nice boss feel better. In an office full of doctors, she wondered why no one had tried to help him yet. 

So, with no pending orders or needs of medicine, she brewed the god a homemade herbal tea blend, sweetened with honey. Drinking a cup for herself, she was rather pleased with the drink, energized by the potential help she could give him. Yet, she found that she only had a clean mug that still had was decorated with a Shiba Inu, and she worried how he would perceive such an adorable mug offered to him. 

Yet, she moved forward, carefully speeding through the halls with her hot mug of tea. As she reached his office, it appeared that his receptionist had stepped away, and she bravely slipped around the desk to the door, peeking around the doorframe. 

Running seemed to be a specialty for her son. While he had gotten better about it after many stern conversation and growing a bit more aware, Siwoo still had the awful knack of running to others whom he thought his mother could befriend. He was so effective at this, squeezing through the legs of the strangers at record pace. Angela barely managed to grab him when he stopped at the god.

Angela can barely respond before the god appears to scold the child. So winded by running, it was Siwoo that spoke. "I wanted mommy to have a nice new friend." He exclaims in a childlike gibberish. "You seem like you need friends too!"

Siwoo's attempt to help her was never unnoticed, but in this situation, Angela was mortified. "I am so sorry." She follows his words immediately though still out of breath. "I have been trying to get him to stop doing this, and just as I thought I succeeded, there is still more for him to learn."