Lots Of Death, Huh? Personally, I'm Trying

So Mortals Tend To See Only What They Can Understand.

Quintus..." Geryon Mused. "short Gray Hair, Muscular, Swordsman?" "yeah." "never Heard Of Him.

Even His Hair Was Bigger—a Massive Globe Of Blue-black Frizz So Thick That His Lobster-claw Horns Appeared To Be Drowning As They Tried To Swim Their Way To The Surface. “is That Why They Named You Aphros?” Leo Asked As They Glided Down The Path From The Cave. “because Of The Afro?” Aphros Scowled. “what Do You Mean?” “nothing,” Leo Said Quickly.

Thank Ra!” She Exclaimed. “yeah, I’m Alive.” “no, I Almost Jumped In After You. I Hate The Water!

Okay," I Said. "just A Normal Afternoon And Two Normal People." She Nodded. "and So...hypothetically, If These To People Likes Each Other, What Would It Take To Get The Stupid Guy To Kiss The Girl, Huh?" "oh..." I Felt Like One Of Apollo's Sacred Cows-slow, Dumb, And Bright Red. "um.