Despite Deimos’ usual appearance, he did have multitudes of experience in juvenile pursuits – whether that was with his own family, or amusements from childhood and onwards. When boredom or restlessness hit, he was much more akin and aligned to finding dangerous platitudes, instigating entertainment, or provoking some level of distraction and intrigue. To hear Sohalia didn’t have that much in the realm of such ridiculous diversions gave him pause, because if he was capable of finding merriment amidst the trials and tribulations of Caido, he figured she’d have contorted in ample amounts.
You can always come play with Erebos he snorted, because the lad was quickly becoming an energetic combination of both his parents and Deimos was now wondering how his own had ever survived the constant waves of mischief, nonsense, and energy; though the Sword liked to think he gave it back to the youth. All right, maybe we try to tag then.
He amplified his speed, and he could hear the kids screeching to one another as a result; little legs bolstered across the grounds. But his strides were far more sweeping and elongated, and on a gentle nudge with his nose, he tapped at an older one’s ankles, listened as the kid exhaled and laughed. Aww man, okay, now it’s my turn! as he went to snag at the hellhound’s newfound bough. Confused, the beast released the flame and wood. Perhaps we are ‘it’ if we have the stick… clearly trying to find a foundation for the game.
You can always come play with Erebos he snorted, because the lad was quickly becoming an energetic combination of both his parents and Deimos was now wondering how his own had ever survived the constant waves of mischief, nonsense, and energy; though the Sword liked to think he gave it back to the youth. All right, maybe we try to tag then.
He amplified his speed, and he could hear the kids screeching to one another as a result; little legs bolstered across the grounds. But his strides were far more sweeping and elongated, and on a gentle nudge with his nose, he tapped at an older one’s ankles, listened as the kid exhaled and laughed. Aww man, okay, now it’s my turn! as he went to snag at the hellhound’s newfound bough. Confused, the beast released the flame and wood. Perhaps we are ‘it’ if we have the stick… clearly trying to find a foundation for the game.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
