That Zelos was a capital fellow, Dio thought as he slipped Nina’s phone off the table. Later, he’d make him buy him a whiskey. Zelos seemed like a whiskey sort of man. In fact, with a wrinkle of his nose, Dionysus undid whatever Nina had done to the potables, but only for the whiskey. Actually, only for the Glenlivet. Yes, that would do.
Meanwhile, as Kratos juggled cats, and his darling choo choo searched for her baby boy, Dionysus gleefully ransacked Ninkasi’s phone. Much in the same way that he’d done the Nord’s, but in this instance, his sweet Sumerian friend had some fun pictures of her own that he could text people. Thoth should certainly appreciate a couple of those. Obviously he was a dirty old bird. Just look at his wife.
Ooo! Nergal was in this phone! How exciting. He didn’t get pictures of Ninkasi, or rather not any of her saved pictures. Instead, he took a photo of Kray kissing Nina. Perhaps that would procure him a shotgun wedding. Did Sumerian’s have shotguns? Rocket launcher. That would have more panache. He sent a few timely words with that picture, something about hands down pants.
Dio sent a few more texts to interesting looking names, some of which he’d already renamed, some which were just interesting on their own. Then he crawled forward to slide the phone back on the table, rather than keeping it as he’d done with Hermod’s. Even at his most insane, he wasn’t about to come between Ninkasi and her phone. Zelos’ phone next, he planned.
But all plans when completely awry when Bast stepped on him. Stepped on him! Howling in pain, he yanked his hand back, which only hurt more. So he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in response once she’d stopped behaving like a whirling dervish: he sank his teeth into her leg until he tasted blood.