It was difficult for a man who had a thousand affiliations and none at the same time to stay on top of this everything that amounted to null. Anarchism had given up staying connected and invested a long time ago, finding satisfaction in being able to stay in touch with a a couple dozen of his interests for longer than a couple of weeks at a time instead. Then there were a precious few who weren't demanding pricks but were always there and those were also the ones who didn't need a manual, a two-hour-long speech or a nine-thousand-word essay to decipher the meaning behind his 'hello' messages.
He smiled when he stepped into Blossom - a fine example of how the world they lived in worked these days. If the demand for something no matter how ludicrous it may seem was high enough, someone would start catering to it.
It wasn't the every day crowd of suits and pots of greed but there was no denying that this one still was a crowd of suits and pots of greed just with a different face.
Sliding into the vacant chair, Anarchism grinned impishly at the other god. "Look at us, buddy! You dressed down and me dressed up for the occasion. If you were to tell me you took the underground here, I might just go down on one knee and ask you to be my wifey for the rest of the century."