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[dogsof_war]

Cerberus chewed up one of my good spears. Fuck, uncle you owe me a new one.

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[sine_sole_sileo]

Oh, you fucker.

No, "Hey, I'm not dead"? No, "Oh, thanks for being concerned, everybody, but I'm actually not dead"? No, you're going to write about your fucking spear. That is so like you, Ares.

Gods, I fucking hate you.

I'm so glad you're okay.

[dogsof_war]

You're the bunch of fuckers who just assumed I died. Twats. Didn't ask for a body or anything.

[sine_sole_sileo]

Actually, actually -- I couldn't go to you. I wanted to, I even knew where you were, but I was prevented from fetching you.

[dogsof_war]

Like I needed your help. Barely a scratch.

[sine_sole_sileo]

That's not what I heard.

[dogsof_war]

You also heard I was dead. Clearly, your sources suck.

[sine_sole_sileo]

Fine, I won't give you this puppy I got for you.

[dogsof_war]

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Fuck you.

[sine_sole_sileo]

Do you want him~? ♥

[dogsof_war]

What breed is it?

[sine_sole_sileo]

A wirehaired pointing griffon~

He'll make a good hunting pup for you, Ares.

[dogsof_war]

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Send it over.

[sine_sole_sileo]

I knew you'd want him, after all. ♥

[dogsof_war]

Shut it, Apollo.

[sine_sole_sileo]

Hmph, fine.