The alchemy of lightning laughter, by Vincent Laurent and the cloud spangled banner of blue delight at the fake punch out mouse boxer's shadow tooth. It actually did make the lights flicker. Wasn't it nice he didn't have the lightning bolts yet? 'Cause imagine that fuckin' mess.
"Frosting is always begging for it, like all things sweet." aaannd in his mind, of course, he was describing not just the umber-magnifico icing they'd both mutually blotted out their fluted forums with, but the cirrus naiad and her increasingly irresistible propriety. He wasn't stupid though, she would probably think he was the biggest fucking swine to ever oink the surface mud of the planet if he made any kind of blatant pass at her. Stupid marriage. Thanks dad, I hope Tartarus the afterlife is hella boring. Though don't get it twisted, he did adore Hera Honey... and other sweet things...
"I hope your concoction is to your liking. Mocha and espresso seem too unholy of a combination for me to begrudge myself into an adventure with." the spear of his index struck the miniature goblet of his Americano at its spine. "Remember, economical. Not just that, I'll be flying like a hot air balloon straight toward the moon soon because I haven't had espresso in like forever." the sacred blessing explained, he infiltrated grasp of it and sip, sip, sipped until an audible aaahhh breath couldn't be held. "To Olympus!" he'd announced without much thought.