"I'm used to it." In the past he'd had brothers but they'd been split up. That's when Poseidon gave him Ky. It was someone for him to play with, to keep him company, something he could call his. She hated him, and he fed off her hate. All he'd known was other people's disgust. A monster didn't know love or care for it. It was a useless emotion.
That was until Eros had showed him last February what it could feel like. Honestly, he didn't wish to have that again. It made him uneasy. It was curious however to have someone there, but he hated being dependent on someone else. He hated how much he seemed to need Ky or her father because it was familiar. Years without his own arms to keep him company made the appeal of other people possible. He wasn't going to tell a stranger that.
Briareos was quiet until he'd finished the template. "Something to remind you of the sea." It was claustrophobic in the city. Cold, surrounded by nasty water. He zoned onto her back, making the little tentacled monster look like it was climbing out of her skin. It wasn't a tramp stamp now, but letting Braireos be an artist. He started on the outline first before putting the color, dabbing and with quick movements. He wasn't the gentlest of hands, but he was quick.