Hades, now just irritable from the pain in his cock instead of fully enraged, changed his bed sheets out without too much trouble. He sat down with a pint of ice cream and a spoon. Hades would be so cross to hear Prometheus say such things about their beloved Akademia. As protective as Hades was about Prometheus and Hythlodaeus...

"You'd really bring shame to Mentor Metis like that?" Hades stabbed his ice cream with unnecessary force.

"If you want to live among the birds so badly, why don't you just move in with them? Just throw a tent up into the enclosures. Lahabrea won't be happy, but it might seem like a Godsend in comparison. I don't know if even he can stand twelve years of this."