Who: Poseidon and Persephone Where: Her flower shop When: Early Evening What: Worst person for advice goes to.. Warnings: Language
Persephone was living in such a shitty place in the city? This was odd. But he guessed she was doing it to get away from Hades. How strange that it had come to the opposite. She was risking pissing off a few people to go to him to see if he was going to recover from quite a few damaging things that had happened in such a short amount of time. Poseidon probably should have offered some sort of comfort but he always felt like his words were worthless. Just like his advice would be.
He found her shop, filled with bright colored flowers and gifts of sorts. It stuck out like a sore thumb among liquor shops and even a porn shop. She was hiding yet she was obvious all in the same. Shaking his head in amusement, Poseidon griped the handle of the door and let himself inside.
“Alright, flower child. I’m here to offer you some sort of worthless advice. Don’t bank on it. If you just need some sort of company though, I can help with that at least.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he canvassed the area, appreciating the work she did on the place. “Nice. I like the work put into the place while you were dodging my brother. It’s got the whole, come in here so I can work all day and not panic about the various shit going on in my life. Very fresh. Love it.”