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@christian y. › hephaestus。 Not expecting the seemingly sudden bout of grumpiness Siyoon frowns in puzzlement, tilting his head down to get a good look at the other and making sure he hasn't gotten the wrong name to face. Hm, he's pretty sure he's right. Maybe Christian's just playing around with him. That must be it, because certainly the other hadn't forgotten him, right? Siyoon laughs off the notion out loud, not realizing it makes him seem a little off to do that out of nowhere. "Dude, we eat off the same plate all the time. See?" he says, reaching down to take one of the leaves from the god's plate and proceeding to shove it in his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully Siyoon kicks his legs out - left, right, left, right - while watching the other with amusement. Amusement that slowly gives with to more puzzlement at Christian's tone of anger. He'd been about to chomp down on another leaf while leaning forward, but the item drops out of his mouth in shock and lands on the table, shining a bit with slobber. "Oh my Gods, you don't know who I am. How could you forget your own best friend?" Siyoon's being dramatic, he knows, but can't help it as something vaguely like a pout comes to rest on his features, and a familiar habit of scratching his arm takes over.

@siyoon y. › cerberus。 He pauses mid sip as suddenly the tranquility of the dining hall was disrupted by the heavy ornate doorway opening down the other side of the dining hall, behind where Zeus sits, and Christian watched the figure enter. Slender and animated, the entrance garners a disappointed sigh from Christian and he sets his chalice down, sits up, and pats away the corner of his lips with the napkin. "Hey! You can share a little, right?" Throat clearing ensued for a brief moment as the other approaches Christian as if they had known each other for ages, little did he know.
"I know disease and illness are something we have not much to fear of- but who the eats of someone else's plate?" Christian asks, flabbergasted first by the other's request but then losing all reign on his vulgar language as the other takes a seat on the TABLE. Sizing him up, he feels the anger build up in him, particularly over just this one question that kept buzzing around his mind in the short time the stranger had made his entrance, "Who the do you think you are?"

@christian y. › hephaestus。 Bored. Siyoon finds himself becoming more and more accustomed to such a feeling when he's not busy keeping the hotel's children in line. However, this time he's not only bored, but hungry as well. While he'd normally make his way to the kitchen Siyoon's nose had caught the scent of something he deemed more appetizing, and he followed that smell all the way to the dining hall. Stopping in the doorway he realized there was a singular occupant of the room. Siyoon's brow furrowed in concentration as he stepped inside, the upper half of his body leaning downward as he tried to get a good look at the figure. At once he realized who it was, a blinding grin stretching onto his features as he bounded over to him, practically jumping onto the table with which he now took a seat, ignoring the plethora of available chairs. "Hey!" he exclaimed, positively vibrating with excitement. "You can share a little, right?"

[] lmao exactly - hope this is alright!

@siyoon y. › cerberus。 Christian reclines in the chair and swipes away the remnants of the grape leaf appetizers from the corner of his mouth with the cloth napkin provided with the artfully forged cutlery he ate his dinner with. The sour tang of the food leaves him humming in pleasure, and once that morsel is gone, he reaches for another. Nights like these--quiet, nearly lonesome but still pleasureable, and secluded from the worries of the outside world--were some of his favorites where he could do as the kings and queens of earth were taught to do - sip at wine and sigh in contentment as he sits at the end of the table. His chair is not all the way at the end, opposing Zeus' mighty seat, instead it sits adjacent to where Dionysus, the youngest of the whole lot, usually perches. Christian swirls the crystalline wine chalice and takes a sip.

[] theres irony to him being peaceful and then cerberus being like "hey. hey. hi. what s uP"

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