Continued...

[kouros]

From here

[He smiles]

You're welcome, Orpheus.

[He pushes open the door to his apartment, making a face as he gestures to a door]

I hate this place. My room's over there.

Comments

[golden_lyre]

It's...nice.

[He's been living in pretty dingy apartments for a while now.]

[kouros]

[A Look]

Where on Earth have you been living if this is nice?

[golden_lyre]

[He laughs, shrugging.]

I haven't had much reason to splurge on that.

[kouros]

You're a prince, Orpheus. You deserve better than anything that makes you think this is 'nice'.

[golden_lyre]

I'm hardly a prince anymore, my lord.

[kouros]

Your kingdom may be gone, but you're still a prince.

[Don't argue with him]

[golden_lyre]

Of a kingdom no one remembers?

[kouros]

[He squeezes Orpheus's hand]

I'm still a god of a religion no one practices anymore.

[golden_lyre]

I still do.

[He smiles faintly, squeezing Apollo's hand in return.]

[kouros]

[That makes him smile]

Are you hungry?

[golden_lyre]

I could eat.

[He can't help mirroring that smile.]

[kouros]

I'll meet you in my room. There's food in the fridge.

[golden_lyre]

All right.

[He still feels a bit awkward about the whole thing, but he's trying to make himself comfortable.]

[kouros]

[Apollo comes in with a bottle of wine (not Di's, but suitable) and...a to-go box of curly fries?]

Before you ask, I blame your aunts for my addiction to seasoned french fries.

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus arches an eyebrow at the fries.]

I guess there are worse things to be addicted to...

[kouros]

It's embarrassing. I'm a four thousand year old god and I love curly fries.

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus grins.]

It could be worse. You could like Justin Bieber...

[kouros]

Oh, gods, no. No no no no no no. It was a joke.

[He pulls two glasses out of no where and pours them some wine]

He had that cute young boy appeal when I first agreed to give him a shot. I didn't mean for Bieber Fever to hit.

[golden_lyre]

[He smirks and snags a fry.]

You always did like that cute young boy appeal...

[kouros]

I didn't want to sleep with him, Orpheus.

[He just laughs a little]

He was too young, even for me.

[golden_lyre]

Wise choice. I'm not sure he'll grow up well.

[kouros]

I've looked. He won't.

[He downs his glass of wine at that because ugh. It's going to take a lot to get him drunk, so he's not worried too much]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus holds his glass somewhat awkwardly. He wants to pour out libations, but he really doesn't want to make a mess in Apollo's room.]

Cuteness never seems to last.

[kouros]

It's a bit overrated, anyway.

[He gestures]

If you'd like, you can pour libations. I can clean it up without moving.

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus ducks his head, smiling, and pours out a few drops.]

Thank you. I'm afraid I'm a little rusty on protocol. It's been a while.