15 Griffin Way, Tuesday Afternoon

[sideburnsofwar]

Ares sat the part of the mansion he'd converted to a small armoury, carefully examining his weapons, and waiting.

[Open for certain weetinies, but also others.]

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[weetinygodlings]

Lysander totally knew what he was doing when he crept up behind Ares and launched a fireball at him.

He hoped.

[sideburnsofwar]

Ares turned and caught the fireball. "Now, I don't even have to ask whose kid you are. How is Callisto?"

[weetinygodlings]

Rather than answer, Lysander charged at Ares with another fireball.

Yeah, he was definitely his parents' child sometimes.

[sideburnsofwar]

Ares sighed and stepped out of the way. "Do you really want a spanking that bad?"

[justlowercased]

After handwavily wreaking havoc across the island, Tasoula finally figured out where her dad was located.

So there she was, arms crossed, slight glare and pout in place.

"Why here?" She demanded because this was totally daddy's fault.

[sideburnsofwar]

Ares raised an eyebrow. "Why anywhere?"

[justlowercased]

"Asked you first." Tassy pouted. "Mummy doesn't know. You should."

[sideburnsofwar]

"Mummy being Ms Biers?"