#p:morework

continued from here w/ Ares ( @aresmp ) 

Ares was too amusing sometimes to the Celt. He laughed, an almost cold tone veiled in his voice.  While normally the Celt would avoid the Greeks almost as much as he’d try to avoid his brother, there were often things called to his attention that needed to be taken care of urgently. Arawn reached for a stack of papers from the top of his pile. Yes, Ares had been good. No complaints from people. There was that continuous ban in request from Hephaestus but that wasn’t in Arawn’s scope of work. 

He took a sip of his tea and gazed at the war god before him. “Oh, no. Nothing of the sort. I can deal with my brother on my own, after all there’s been moments where I’ve come close..” he states. He has no need for Ares’services of murder and chaos. He set the papers he’d initially grabbed in front of Ares. “There’s some work for you to do.” he states. 

“I’m catching up on all the contracts and permits outstanding and while Hel, punctual Miss that she is, already submitted all her papers for the Pits as the new owner a year ago and you still have not.” Arawn states. He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair.