|Zeus (ombrios) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-05-04 22:33:00
WHO: Zeus & OPEN
WHEN: Wednesday, middayish
WHERE: A soup kitchen in the Lower East Side
WHAT: taking a lunchbreak to text the wifey
With his hair tied back and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Zeus stood checking his phone just outside (and downwind) of the door to the soup kitchen where he was volunteering. He'd given his phone number to a few others in the city - namely Athena, The Fates, Nike, and Rhea - but mostly he just used his phone to 'check in' with Hera, delighting constantly in the use of crude emojis he'd never tell anyone else he was sending. And thus it was that when they weren't arguing, Hera received a barrage of assorted s and s, because what else was the point of text? If he had something he needed to say then he'd call and use his voice like a human adult.
What he really needed to be doing, he considered as he took a drag from his cigarette, was get to organising when he was going to have all the people around in the 'social' sense - the ones he actually wanted to see and spend a short time with, and not just the ones he was obligated to make time for. He should probably just get Hermes to do it, that was pretty much his job anyway, and as yet Zeus hadn't asked him to do anything. His flighty son was getting off extremely light.
He hit send on his phone, firing off the latest message, each of them getting more esoteric than the last, and shoved his phone back into his pocket.