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[hellufacade]

Transitioning from living with Mentor Métis has been somewhat difficult for the lot of them. Hades was enjoying his newfound freedom to address his burgeoning and overactive libido, Hythlodaeus was finally able to do whatever he wanted with his sleep and wake cycles, and Prometheus had decided to make himself a nuisance for an entire department. Hades was both amused and proud, though sometimes (often) annoyed by his behavior.

It was a nice enough afternoon for Hades. Hythlodaeus and Prometheus had plans of some kind, so Hades thought to being a girl back for an hour. Technically, they were study buddies, but they didn’t get much studying done. Currently, Hades’ robe was tossed aside next to him. He was seated on the bed, slacks open and pulled slightly down to give the young woman in front of him a little space to work with her mouth. She was still dressed, they clearly hadn’t gotten very far before their interruption.

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[steppechild]

"Oh, I like that!" Prometheus said, "Even though she'll scold us first, she's a fair judge."

It'll mostly be a scolding over not telling anyone about their adventure first, before she'd ask how it went and being generally supportive of such impulsiveness. But, Mentor Metis was not your average Amaurotine, being old enough to recall how 'Old Society' was, before everyone started getting really strict over the masks and conformity and stuff.

"Right, so, we go as a group then? Or split up?"

[hellufacade]

Hades absolutely sent notice to the school, secretively as he did it. It would give them time to clean up the wind of the dormitories that Prometheus had all but annihilated.

"We could probably all use a scolding now and then," Hythlodaeus said. "Keep us in line."

"We aren't splitting up! If one of use comes home without an arm or a leg they'll nver let us go again. ...Buuuuut artifacts are finder's keepers," Hades said with a grin. Hythlodaeus and he were at a severe advantage with their Sight, after all.

[steppechild]

Prometheus huffed at Hades's smug tone, "You're so sure you're gonna find stuff better than me, huh?"

"Your... talents don't exactly lie in relic hunting, Prom," Hyth reminded him gently, though he too was looking a big smug, sure that he'd find something better than his friend, "You don't have the Sight."

"Fie on your Sight," Prom denounced dramatically, "I'll have the Lifestream tell me where the goodies are!"