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"Ew, Heph, that sounds unsanitary. Didn’t your parents teach you better?"

Guess who hasn’t slept in the past few days because of Flappy Bird. Oh, look. She ran into a pole. Doesn’t look like she has the intention of getting up any time soon. But hey. She finally got to seventy.

                               somebody you could lose.

Spoiled? Her? Psh, not as much as she could be. ” .. Do you really think I’m spoiled?" Really, she never found herself to be, then again she was happy that he approached her this time oppose to her having to visit him and probably talk to a door instead. 

Guess which lovely goddess is online, this one! You may now start the worshiping or sending her gifts~ Hint hint, she likes cute and pretty things. 

ron perlman as hephaestus

Crippled god of fire, metalworking, and crafts. The son of Hera by parthenogenesis, he is the smith of the gods and the husband of the adulterous Aphrodite. He was usually depicted as a bearded man with hammer, tongs and anvil—the tools of a smith—and sometimes riding a donkey. His sacred animals are the donkey, the guard dog and the crane. Among his creations was the armor of Achilles. Hephaestus used the fire of the forge as a creative force, but his Roman counterpart Vulcan was feared for his destructive potential and associated with the volcanic power of the earth.

{ ♋ } Staring down the barrel of the gun, her eyebrow twitched. “What if I don’t? Are you going to shoot me? If you did, I’d just go back to the stars, so go ahead. Do it." she mumbled, crossing her arms. The sign wasn’t in the mood to deal with this today.

Nico blinks at the door that slammed, her head tilting to the side. “At least don’t slam it.” She muttered. “It might get kicked in or somethin’.” She huffed, her gaze darting around to search for a window.

At the sight of the God closing the door in her face, Hemera let out a small sigh. Wonderful. Walking to the door, she knocked softly. “Hey, Hephaestus… Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to know how have you been. I haven’t seen you in centuries.” Well really… Last time they had meet… She didn’t even remember… It had been Eons ago.

"I’m sorry, I can’t understand the language of boring. Could you find a translator, Heph? It’s all a lil jarbled."

"No." she blinks. "I wish to know my half brother better. Even if you are a god."

"You’re telling me you’re not Hephaestus?"

"I just don't remember giving birth to you."