*is kinda dead*

*apparently was never told it's a bad idea to take candy from strangers*

*no, literally*

*has feathers, a beak, crows at dawn, lays eggs (Yes, he's confused), has flightless wings, is definitely a chicken*

*clucks mournfully*

*this? would be a married Paris. Come one and all and congratulate. Or tear to shreds. Enjoy ;-)*

*well, only Aphrodite, really*

'Dite, babe? I could do with a bit of help here.

*is a mess. broken nose, ribs, bruises everywhere...*

Dude. I'm the King of Troy.

Paris is prettying himself up in front of the mirror, admiring his well-groomed image (Thanks to Sweeney Todd) with a slight smirk.

Once satisfied, he goes to pen a note to Pfannee.

Hey there, sexy,

You ready to come claim your prize? 'Cause I'm ready to claim mine. See you soon, babe.

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Paris stands in front of his mirror, humming to himself as he primps and pampers. "Paris, you spunk, you are gonna rock tonight."

He whistles as he finishes getting ready, grinning at his reflection, then, when he hears a knock on the door, steps back and winks at himself before going to open the door.

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