Ares x Phobos - Photobooth
For somebody who didn't care much for Halloween or fancy ass parties, Ares was sure making the rounds through the rooms. Why not? He was there, so he might as well enjoy it. He also knew that Phobos was going to be there and, thanks to Aphrodite, knew it was his boy's birthday. He'd hid a birthday present under his cloak and searched him out.
It wasn't hard to find him in the crowd. Especially not for Ares. Much like with Aphrodite, he could spot his twins out in a sea of thousands. So, the war god made his way to his son's side, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and just pulled him off to the side and into one of those annoying photobooths. Why not? He was trying to make an effort to fully enjoy the night.
He pulled the small, slim box and tossed it into Phobos' lap. "Happy Birthday, you little psycho."