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She was a little strange, Triton's daughter. Really cheerful and friendly and when he arrived at Triton's house the previous day, she'd welcomed him in a manner that implied they'd known each other for ages. Triton's girlfriend with the balloon-sized belly was very nice too and they'd liked the presents very much. He'd have to thank Iris for helping him out later.
Dressed in a suit and carefully groomed, Phobos knew he fit in visually but he felt very out of place. Art wasn't really his thing. After Triteia had fluttered away, he wandered around on his own, always mindful to keep a safe distance to the exhibits (and the other immortals) to avoid accidentally breaking anything. He wished he'd brought his twin along. He was glad he hadn't.
The boy sat down on one of the low padded benches and pretended to be studying a piece of jewellery in a glass case.