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Where r u? U r L8!
Pothos frowned and tilted his head, his thumb pressing (more of jabbing) the delete key.
Where are you? YOU ARE LATE!!!
There. He spelled it all out (because Himeros had difficulty understanding text-speak), it was in all-caps and there were three exclamation points. Himeros would surely understand that he was not pleased. Oh no. Pleased was as far from what he was feeling as it could possibly get. The reason Pothos got Himeros a cell phone was so his counterpart could use it. Which normally entailed answering the phone when Pothos called. But was Himeros answering the phone?
No. No, he was not.
Message sent.
Pothos scowled and stuffed the cell phone into his back pocket, leaning against a random light post in a random park in some random city. For some reason, his connection with Himeros had been shaky lately, allowing him to feel his counterpart but not necessarily communicate with him. He was unable to communicate anything useful, at least - like buy some milk or meet me NOW. It was frustrating, given how the turnover left them with so much more things to do. All right, fine, things weren't so much left for them to do as it was Pothos actively going out and asking Dite to delegate things so there were things to do. Given that they would always be a part of Love's Court, now more so than ever, he might as well be useful. And if he was being useful, Himeros might as well be useful.
His phone vibrated. He quickly took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
Message received.
At least Himeros was getting better with the technology thing. Spending centuries with the Kharites was not one of his counterpart's better ideas.
LATE FOR WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?
"What the fuck. Himeros."
The gods knew Pothos loved Himeros - he lost his wings over Himeros - but sometimes, Himeros drove him mad. Utterly mad. Maybe that was Himeros' charm. Well, given how things had turned out (which took months of getting over and Pothos was fairly sure he wasn't completely over Himeros but hey, tomato to-mah-to), he could see why things turned out the way they did.
He grumbled under his breath and began to type another message.
They needed to get their act together.
Pothos frowned and tilted his head, his thumb pressing (more of jabbing) the delete key.
Where are you? YOU ARE LATE!!!
There. He spelled it all out (because Himeros had difficulty understanding text-speak), it was in all-caps and there were three exclamation points. Himeros would surely understand that he was not pleased. Oh no. Pleased was as far from what he was feeling as it could possibly get. The reason Pothos got Himeros a cell phone was so his counterpart could use it. Which normally entailed answering the phone when Pothos called. But was Himeros answering the phone?
No. No, he was not.
Message sent.
Pothos scowled and stuffed the cell phone into his back pocket, leaning against a random light post in a random park in some random city. For some reason, his connection with Himeros had been shaky lately, allowing him to feel his counterpart but not necessarily communicate with him. He was unable to communicate anything useful, at least - like buy some milk or meet me NOW. It was frustrating, given how the turnover left them with so much more things to do. All right, fine, things weren't so much left for them to do as it was Pothos actively going out and asking Dite to delegate things so there were things to do. Given that they would always be a part of Love's Court, now more so than ever, he might as well be useful. And if he was being useful, Himeros might as well be useful.
His phone vibrated. He quickly took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
Message received.
At least Himeros was getting better with the technology thing. Spending centuries with the Kharites was not one of his counterpart's better ideas.
LATE FOR WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?
"What the fuck. Himeros."
The gods knew Pothos loved Himeros - he lost his wings over Himeros - but sometimes, Himeros drove him mad. Utterly mad. Maybe that was Himeros' charm. Well, given how things had turned out (which took months of getting over and Pothos was fairly sure he wasn't completely over Himeros but hey, tomato to-mah-to), he could see why things turned out the way they did.
He grumbled under his breath and began to type another message.
They needed to get their act together.
