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[notperseus]

*things have been so confusing for the past few weeks that he's settled for just grabbing himself a mug of steaming hot coffee and flopping at the kitchen table, warming his hands on his drink while he waits for it to cool and losing himself in the thought that inevitably accompanies finding oneself with not one, not two, but three new parental

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[continuumbreak]

*the kitchen is always a nice place to be, so that's where we'll be, and we'll be nodding to Joash*

[notperseus]

*gives her a faint, polite smile and a slight nod* 'lo. Coffee?

[continuumbreak]

No, thank you. I don't drink coffee.

[notperseus]

*amusion* A valid stance. Sit, at least?

[grimpeace]

*very quietly exists in the doorway and ohgodhelookslikefamily, therefore, she should be turning and running right about now, but for some odd reason, she isn't*

[notperseus]

*glances up after a bit to notice her, and -- will frown, because he can sense that this one'll be difficult* Are you okay?

[grimpeace]

...you're family. *-- yes, that's an answer*

[notperseus]

*...hesitates* I'm -- technically a Hades, if that's what you mean.

[hardesthue]

*and coffee draws Selene like honey draws wasps (the stingers are approximately equal, though the tastes certainly aren't), so in she comes (...no), and sits on the table* 'lo there.

[notperseus]

*curious look* Well, hi. Would you like some?

[hardesthue]

The day I refuse coffee is the day I am institutionalized. I think it may have replaced all my blood by now.

[notperseus]

*laughs* I'm only a casual addict. *stands to pour her a mug*

[plutonianangel]

*and will wander in and immediately make a beeline for Joash -- he'll move to rest a hand gently on his shoulder and smile faintly, not saying anything yet*

[notperseus]

*glances up at him and grins, instantly relaxing a little* Hello, you.

[plutonianangel]

*bends to kiss his forehead* Joash. Do you mind the company?

[notperseus]

*looks actually happy now* From you? Never. Sit with me.

[solumveritas]

*upon entering, she'll walk over to Joash and, quite innocently, kidnap the mug for a sip before handing it back to him, grinning* Hi.

[notperseus]

*shoots her a look that's really much less indignant than it meant to be* Hi. That's mine.

[solumveritas]

*sticks her tongue out* I don't see your name on it.

[notperseus]

*...amusion* I thought responsible adults didn't need to write their names in crayon on their belongings.