Hades bit his lip. There were conversational pitfalls everywhere, it they were both feeling amicable enough to let these things slip. It would come to a head eventually, and he wondered if it would be worse to wait to tell him. ...It would. And he was in good spirits... so. That meant he could either annihilate a perfectly good evening or be able to deliver difficult news without Prometheus fell apart.

Unfortunately, he had spent so long pondering this that it took him a moment to hear Prometheus. “Hm? Oh. Right. We should, shouldn’t we?” Hades walked over to the bathroom and cautiously opened the door. Never knew when the contents of the house might shift, especially with Prometheus’ poor control over the structure. Worse, Hades was such a powerful mage that Zodiark was unable to fully yoke his powers. Hades Created like he breathed— he was so natural at it and his mistakes so infrequent that he would forget that he could shift reality in inconvenient ways.

This time, as he opened the door, a birds flew out, forcing him to duck as they flitted around the room.