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May 09, 2011 22:10

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hades (olimpos), yoko ritona

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kill_some_time May 11 2011, 03:25:56 UTC
Hades took his time reacting to her, opting instead to give her a long look-over that read nothing but passive interest for the situation at hand. Had it taken long? He did not know since he hardly ever noticed time passing that was less than five to ten years.

He had recognized her when he had came in and also noted the way she had reacted to him - hesitation, a frown, discarding of a thought. He did not consider that there might be a need for names or introductions. Humans were so fleeting anyway.

Turning his attention once more to the plastic containers bearing several kinds of ...food? he frowned slightly. Did she have to bring this much? Apparently the mortals of each world truly thought of gods as something akin to pigs with holes for their stomachs, lest may reason prevent the logical mistake.

"Most are not, which keeps few from making assumptions."

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killswithkisses May 12 2011, 02:21:35 UTC
She blinked, a bit taken about the comment but held her tongue. Yoko frowned as she continued to balance the food.

"..Right. Well. I have never dealt with a god or any sort of entity so I thought it may be best to just bring only a few things," She commented," So- do you have a room? I rather not sit here and let you eat this..considering it would be better to sit at a table."

Yoko honestly really did not know about Gods until she found books on them. That was as far as she had gotten and it was weird to think humans actually thought it but here she was- with a god turned human now.

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kill_some_time May 12 2011, 03:14:55 UTC
"18-J" Having never had the need for being social, Hades failed to read the signs that should have been obvious. To him, there was neither a reason to eat at a table nor to offer her help carrying all those dishes or acknowledge her going out of her way to help him. To him, it just happened and whatever Yoko did was due to her own motives and will.

Waiting a moment for her to react, he finally pushed himself up from his perch and turned to lead the way towards the escalator. Another thing he had never considered anything but a toy which had suddenly gained a meaning.

Pushing the 'call'-button, he waited silently for her, leaving it up to her to draw the conclusions that would dictate the outcome of this encounter.

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