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@jiyeon k. › artemis。 Strange. It's the first time Siyoon's ever felt angry within the hotel, but it's definitely not a foreign sensation. His piss poor mood was certainly a shock to those who'd gotten to know his first side. Many assumed that was it, disregarding the fact that Siyoon was more than just a puppy with an extreme lack of grace. Huffing a harsh breath through his nose he shoved open the door to the pool, scratching the back of his head and trying his best to focus on the splashes against the pillars from lights within the water. Rounding the edge of the pool he peered in, and if he were feeling nicer he'd probably take a swim right then and there - which almost happens as he steps on something and nearly trips. Catching his balance a small snap echos in the area, and Siyoon looks down to find a broken arrow sitting plainly on top of the tiles. "Tch." He makes a noise of annoyance, kicking the two pieces with his foot before continuing on the way.

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@ten chittaphon l. All I had wanted was to have a relaxing day away from the call of the injured, but something seemed to have led me to the pool, an incessant itching and prickling that something was going to go wrong, most definitely in the form of almost drowning or painful belly flops and I can't help but to heed the call, wandering in with a towel over my shoulder but no intention to go into the water at all. In fact, I feel unbelievably out of place settling down by one of the pool chairs with my clothes most definitely on, merely eyeing the life guard who seemed to be more preoccupied with his phone than with watching out for anyone's well being.

However, it's the slight sting and most definitely some kind of mental pain that has my attention flickering over to note the slightly attractive woman seeming to be posturing for--sunscreen? Somehow I manage to catch the end of the conversation and almost instantly wince at the response, my body angling slightly in to listen merely being a couple seats away. Mostly I dealt with physical pain but being the god of healing meant that I dealt with illnesses in general, and more and more these days I was getting calls from mortals and immortals alike to heal the pain of rejection, the pain of heartsickness, and I don't even have to look at the woman to see the flare of embarrassment that probably dots her cheeks at the end. And so she backs away and with an almost soft cough I lean in, bounding over a couple seats to utter quietly

"Hey, dude could you like--let her down gentler? Like, you're not making my job any easier."

Already I seemed to catch the soft glow of an immortal, though I wasn't sure which immortal it was I was almost quite sure it was one and some part of me prayed to the gods above that out of all of them Zeus or Apollo wasn't the being I was sitting next to, leaning into almost quietly reprimand. I really wasn't looking forward to getting my killed by another thunderbolt, and scolding my father for this kind of thing was a bit awkward.

"I mean like man--I can feel these things and she's really--"

"Hey, would you help me put suncreen on my back?"

In an instant I flinch, eyes turning to the lady who now seemed to be posturing in front of me in a similar manner and now all thoughts of what I was saying before flee from my mind and all that I can think of was the fact that I was really bad with saying no because hurting anyone wasn't how I rolled. I was the god of healing for pete's sake. Suddenly the eyes that turn back are in no way apologetic or scolding, instead all these being left was pure panic as I almost desperately try to meet your eyes with a silent plea for help because god dammit this was not how I wanted to be spending my afternoon.

Heaven. Chillaxin' by the pool and eating a bowl of Spumoni ice cream felt like a little slice of heaven. My ice cream was frozen to the point of being solid, yet still creamy... just the way I like it. And it was such a beautiful day to bask in the sun's never-ending and sometimes overbearing warmth: it wasn't too hot out, fortunately, and all the other guests had been off not bothering me and minding their own business. I lie back against one of the cozy lounge chairs, legs crossed at the ankle while I calmly spoon spoonfuls of my frozen treat into my mouth, and then I sigh... Today was perfect!

"Hey, would you help me put sunscreen on my back?"

The question comes out of nowhere... or from just some mildly attractive woman standing before me in a bikini. Lowering my shades some and setting my ice cream down on the small table beside me, I blanken my expression and then sit up straight. Would I help her? Would /I/ help /her/? Bah! If she thinks I'm wasting my precious relax time on something so boring and so slimy, boy, does she have another thing coming! Adjusting my shades again and lifting them back to where they previously were, I once again lean back in my chair.

"Do I /look/ like I want to be bothered by the likes of you? Please remove yourself from my space. You're blocking my sunlight and I'm trying to relax."

I fan a hand at her to shoo, then pick up my bowl of ice cream and begin to eat it again. She stands there looking at me with some dumb frown and I blink a few times, looking left and right then blinking back in her direction. I spoon in another mouthful then swallow and my teeth, "Uh, bye!" After giving her the get-the--out-of-my-space look, she /finally/ leaves me back to my peaceful self and I smile again. Nobody was going to ruin my me time. Not today, hunty!

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