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@nayeon i. › eris。 Frowning a bit in confusion Siyoon hesitantly tilts his head down to sniff at his own shirt, a little puzzled because he can't exactly smell it on himself. Then he realizes that's quite stupid considering the thing was in his mouth and not on his clothes. He snaps to attention as he feels the woman's fingers against his bicep, ignoring the urge of an attempt to slip away and minutely shivering beneath her piercing gaze. While he tries to keep up a solid defense he can't help but uncross his arms, turning around to face her rather quickly.

"You can't use that against me!" he half-exclaimed over the din of spilled coins and winning sirens. A familiar whine even accompanied Siyoon's words as he tried to avoid those swirling eyes, playing with his fingers out of pent up energy and staring at different spots on the wall. "I can't - you know I like it when people tell me I'm a good boy! That's just unfair."

Even if he truly wanted to deny it - the stealing, the burying and helping - Siyoon couldn't even move from her stare, tapping his foot against the ground before he eventually crumbled and gave in. "Okay, fine! I'll, help or whatever it is you want me to do. I just..." Siyoon trails off as the thought comes up. He doesn't want to tell her he can't remember where exactly he put the apple.

@siyoon y. › cerberus。 Where ever that chaotic prop had found its way into, whether it be burrowed meters under the earths crust or launched into the solar system, pending doom would loom in grotesque features, in daunting warnings. Things that would haunt one deep in their sleep, giving them the answer to what nightmares were made of. The very scent of the far to dulcet tang of her own body's recipe drips from the cowering male who whispers unheard syllables, lost in the drowning ka-ching! of the slot machines not too far off.

"Little Cerberus," Her tone is of warning once more, catching on to his lies like a fly finding the most foul of rotting carcasses. Nayeon moves around his trembling form, cutting off his pacing and leaning towards him until her breath mingles with his own. She was no Medusa, but the cross look in her hazed expression tells of the torment that could ensue in the mere moments of them standing there. "I can smell it on you, Si-Si," She sniffs for additional effect, fingers starting a slow trot along his bicep as she rounds him.

She was a shark, and he her unknowing prey.

Her chin presses along the hook of his shoulder, nails gently scraping along the cotton of his shirt, just over the swell of his biceps. "If you tell me where it is, and help me find it, I'll give you head pats and treat you to dinner." Maybe not the last part, but she could definitely do head pats. "You want to be a good boy," Her call is a calming coo, her elision dripped with vexing emphasis; if he were to deny, he would be in for a bad time. That was a promise she could keep.

@nayeon i. › eris。 It's not really his fault, or so Siyoon would like to think. When an unlocked door presents itself he just can't shake the urge to see what's inside. He has to map the layout, take in every scent and sight and trace of the room's occupant, before the treasure hunt begins. Siyoon wonders if it was boredom that spurred his reckless play this time. After pawing through several drawers, cupboards and closets his eyes fell upon that shiny, glimmering object. Before he could even think about it Siyoon was sinking his teeth into the apple, and while it didn't leave any marks he could certainly taste something sweet.

That one-third part of him wonders if the owner of whatever this is would play with him if he somehow hid it. Thus began Siyoon's adventure through and out of the hotel, to a place where he could dig into the ground with his bare hands and place the apple inside. He covered it back up, expertly hiding it to a point where he thinks even he wouldn't be able to find it.

Which turns out to be the case at a very inopportune time.

Siyoon can still taste the nectar on his tongue (which he keeps trying to spit out because he finds he doesn't really like the taste) when a scent quite similar enters the casino in which he now resides. His head shoots up almost fearfully, and glancing over the machines and patrons he catches a shimmering glow cast against the wall as someone moves through the crowd."Oh, no. Oh, no." Shaking out his entire body, Siyoon walks around in a few mini-circles of worry, the pacing doing nothing to help his escape nor alleviate the nervousness that plagues him at this presence. So caught up in his own anxiety Siyoon doesn't notice that she's already upon him.

Jumping with a small yelp as his name is called, freezing and only turning his head to the goddess he shrinks in on himself. "I don't know what you're talking about..." he mumbles, casting his eyes downward, his display of body language very similar to that of a dog with its ears flattened against its head. Siyoon is realizing only now that he really shouldn't have buried that apple.

@siyoon y. › cerberus。 The tinkering conflation of rings and chorused squawks of drunken joy fall into the backdrop of it all as worried footfalls stumble through the velveteen atmosphere. The glimmering gold falling around her was not the kind she'd needed to see, not the kind that would ease the clench of her heart, release the phantom squeeze that results in the clammy texture of the underside of her palms. Where was it.

The cromulent calm of the demesne of gods and goddesses assemblage creates the diaphonous false joy upon the cherry-glossed smile that graces the softened features of her face. Ducking between and through tightly pressed bodies, receiving stares of confusion and wonder - wonder of what the little prankster was up to. But it was all in good intent. The need to find the one spoil that would ruin the earth if given to the wrong person. Her heart strings thrum with asphyxiating trepidation, nose poised high in the air to follow the scent trails of nectar. Te very nectar that was left in her room. The curious being that had meandered their way into her personal room and rummaged through until the calling calm of the Chaos Apple was in their unknowing maw.

She could only imagine who had taken it.

Thankfully, no one was screaming. No one was terrified. No one was blaming her for a sudden upturn of the hotel or a sudden tsunami that would overtake the island. The very thought of it. Her shoulder bumps against a slot machine, tossed oblong from the drunken squeals of ebullience from gleeful, ignorant gods and causing the immediate rain of coins that would surely spark greed.

"So sorry," She rushes out, picking up the folds of her dress, letting the billowing black of her fabrics bunch in her golden, leafed adorned, jeweled hands. Eris- Nayeon's steps were quick, following that scent until she stumbles upon a trickster in their own respect.

"Cerberus," She calls in a cooing, daunting tone, eyes suddenly shifting from the warmth of amber to the deviously dark umber tinged red, a dulcet warning untold on her tongue. "Where is it?" Her emphasis on it should have spit dribbling from her lips, but she calms herself just before the saliva leaves her lips, merely tapping her foot as she pins the creature with a venomous, disappointed stare.

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