The avaricious little part of him had thought about snagging one in every color as Nina had done, but it also wasn’t his coin, and while he could admit to being spoiled, he also knew better. Still, it was a wondrous sight to behold as he stared at the Flame’s token wares, mouth rounding in delight and enthusiasm. “The best idea!” Clutching onto his green one’s dutifully, as though they needed to be protected, he maneuvered along at his father’s urgency and antics, giggling lightly as the hellhound’s head pushed him towards a more open area.
As for Marcus’s color, Erebos couldn’t help but shrug. He didn’t know Marcus very well; the older individual had goaded him for some strange reason, but Noah’s son wasn’t unfriendly. If the youth was a vengeful sort he might’ve suggested something horrendous; for now, he gave forth an amiable agreement. “Red or blue, maybe.” Like the flare of Halo or something.
As for Marcus’s color, Erebos couldn’t help but shrug. He didn’t know Marcus very well; the older individual had goaded him for some strange reason, but Noah’s son wasn’t unfriendly. If the youth was a vengeful sort he might’ve suggested something horrendous; for now, he gave forth an amiable agreement. “Red or blue, maybe.” Like the flare of Halo or something.
erebos
and then we dream so much
