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“Though, you’d think there might’ve been more. You know, centuries ago when Pluto probably had lots of demigod kids. You’d think, since he has Death working for him, he might have turned a blind eye to his children. But then again, I think he has quite a lot of sense of responsibility. You must have got it from somewhere after all.” He slowly moves her fingers, wiggling them about and holds her hands to him.
“Well,” Hazel said, allowing her hands to be moved. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. “Pluto’s an outcast. I’m an outcast. Must be related.” She laughed. Although Pluto was her father, Hades was the one she talked to more often. He seemed nice, to an extent. Then again, so did Mars when he talked to Frank. Maybe all gods were nice to their children. That is, if they even met their kids.
“You’re not an outcast. Not really. Not anymore. People like you.” And he supposed the same could just about be said for him. Suddenly, he yawned sleepily. “Hazel, I’m sorry this kitchen is making me drowsy. You wanna go for a walk somewhere?”
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“You will, when you get oooold,” Frank laughed. He had decided to stop ever saying ‘if we get old’. He was determined. He was so determined. They were going to live, the both of them, until they were as damn old as sea turtles. Frank smiled as she scraped her hair back. Even tied back, it was like a little explosion at the back. He wanted to constantly ruffle it. “I reckon I’m the first for a few things. But a lot of us are.”
“Well, I’m the first daughter of Pluto to come back from the dead. That I know of,” Hazel said, setting the plates aside and returning to the table. She wrapped her arms around Frank, still standing, and rested her head against his shoulder. The daughter of Pluto didn’t say anything; She just wanted to be closer to him.
“Though, you’d think there might’ve been more. You know, centuries ago when Pluto probably had lots of demigod kids. You’d think, since he has Death working for him, he might have turned a blind eye to his children. But then again, I think he has quite a lot of sense of responsibility. You must have got it from somewhere after all.” He slowly moves her fingers, wiggling them about and holds her hands to him.
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“Aw, an even smaller Hazel,” Frank laughed and ruffled her hair. “You might grow a bit yet, before that. But if you don’t, no matter.” He kissed her forehead and said, “Well of course it was. I bet no one’s ever done a walrus imitation and almost turned into one.” He grinned triumphantly and was about to gather the plates when Hazel did it first. He leaned back in his chair and sighed happily as he watched the dark unruly hair sit on her shoulders, that was so unlike his close cropped, military crop.
“I really hope I don’t ever shrink.” Hazel said, continuing to wash the dishes. She caught Frank looking at her hair and she ran a hand through it, trying to smooth it. Her hair was a frizzy mess. Hazel often was insecure about it; Not only was it untamable, but it made her face itch and was a pain in battle armor. She pursed her lips and drew a hair tie from her wrist, sloppily pulling her hair back in a ponytail. She pretended like it was so her hair wouldn’t get wet. “I’ll bet you’re the first to do just that!”
“You will, when you get oooold,” Frank laughed. He had decided to stop ever saying ‘if we get old’. He was determined. He was so determined. They were going to live, the both of them, until they were as damn old as sea turtles. Frank smiled as she scraped her hair back. Even tied back, it was like a little explosion at the back. He wanted to constantly ruffle it. “I reckon I’m the first for a few things. But a lot of us are.”
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“Well I hope so.” It was always best it seemed, just to not mention the link that the two had with death out loud. Death might continue to spare them for a while at least. Or perhaps Fortuna was on their side. “Well I meant I don’t have to worry about you thinking I look awful when I’m big and wrinkly and grey,” he laughed. “But they’re even less manoeuvrable than seals. Almost as much blubber on a whale.” He crudely tried to imitate one, with his cheeks puffed out and his arms flapping like flippers until they did turn into flippers and he had to change them back quickly.
“As long as you don’t mind my hair graying and possibly shrinking in size.” Hazel laughed when Frank started impersonating a walrus. She covered her mouth as she did, embarrassed by her laugh. When her eyes started to water, she fanned herself and tried to calm down. “That was something else, Frank.” Hazel said, jumping up and wrapping her arms around him. She took the plates and moved over to the sink, turning on the water to start washing.
“Aw, an even smaller Hazel,” Frank laughed and ruffled her hair. “You might grow a bit yet, before that. But if you don’t, no matter.” He kissed her forehead and said, “Well of course it was. I bet no one’s ever done a walrus imitation and almost turned into one.” He grinned triumphantly and was about to gather the plates when Hazel did it first. He leaned back in his chair and sighed happily as he watched the dark unruly hair sit on her shoulders, that was so unlike his close cropped, military crop.
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“When I’m an elephant?” Frank spluttered as he laughed. “When I’m big and wrinkly and grey. Well I don’t have to fear growing old then. And I’m glad you like this one best. Because the others take effort.” Of course, seals he’d done a few times and was becoming more familiar now. It wasn’t too difficult if he did those again, a bit like riding a bike for the first time in a while. “Seals are brilliant. They’re really sociable too, that’s like you as well!” Her last comment made him raise his eyebrows, “A walrus? Um…why?” He smirked slightly.
“Fear of growing old? Are we growing old together?” Hazel asked, blushing lightly. She loved when Frank talked about the future, with or without her. It imposed that Frank wanted to live longer, and fight to stay alive. At least he hasn’t given up hope. Many demigods died, but Frank isn’t allowed. Hazel would prevent it at any cost. She set her chopsticks down parallel on the plate and smirked back. “Because they’re cool.”
“Well I hope so.” It was always best it seemed, just to not mention the link that the two had with death out loud. Death might continue to spare them for a while at least. Or perhaps Fortuna was on their side. “Well I meant I don’t have to worry about you thinking I look awful when I’m big and wrinkly and grey,” he laughed. “But they’re even less manoeuvrable than seals. Almost as much blubber on a whale.” He crudely tried to imitate one, with his cheeks puffed out and his arms flapping like flippers until they did turn into flippers and he had to change them back quickly.
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“I love being a seal!” Frank grinned and stuck his tongue out back at her. “It’d be cool if we do party tricks together.” He looked back up to see her concerned gaze and he mumbled, “Well it’s just that being called a seal is hardly the best compliment I could’ve managed, y’know?” He smiled sheepishly, before continuing to shovel food in his mouth.
Hazel giggled, eating her food normally now. She’d gotten the hang of chopsticks, only dropping the food once in a while. “I like when you’re an elephant. But I prefer your human form best.” She said, nudging his shoulder lightly. “I’m not easily offended. In fact, being compared to a seal is quite a lovely compliment. They’re adorable!” Hazel laughed, continuing to eat. When she finished she placed the chopsticks near her mouth like tusks. “I think being a walrus would be fun, too.”
“When I’m an elephant?” Frank spluttered as he laughed. “When I’m big and wrinkly and grey. Well I don’t have to fear growing old then. And I’m glad you like this one best. Because the others take effort.” Of course, seals he’d done a few times and was becoming more familiar now. It wasn’t too difficult if he did those again, a bit like riding a bike for the first time in a while. “Seals are brilliant. They’re really sociable too, that’s like you as well!” Her last comment made him raise his eyebrows, “A walrus? Um…why?” He smirked slightly.
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Frank smiled and nodded encouragingly: her efforts were actually quite good. But he understood when she gave up and ate it like a seal given a fish. He laughed lightly, “That works too Hazel,” and set to eating his own food. “You looked like an animal, I mean, not an actual animal, but you know when they get dogs or seals to do tricks and then they throw a treat to them and they wolf it out the air?” Frank realised he was perhaps digging himself a bit of a hole and couldn’t meet Hazel’s eyes.
Hazel genuinely laughed at the comparison to a seal. “Well, you can turn into animals, so I have to compete somehow.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him. She noticed he was avoiding her gaze, causing Hazel to become worried. The girl often became worried when it came to Frank. Frowning, she looked over to him. “Are you alright?”
“I love being a seal!” Frank grinned and stuck his tongue out back at her. “It’d be cool if we do party tricks together.” He looked back up to see her concerned gaze and he mumbled, “Well it’s just that being called a seal is hardly the best compliment I could’ve managed, y’know?” He smiled sheepishly, before continuing to shovel food in his mouth.
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Frank’s eyes gleamed as he handed her a pair of chopsticks. “Chopsticks are one of China’s great inventions. Apparently.” He grinned and snapped the two sticks, holding it like just two extra long fingers. He sat down in the chair next to her, and shuffled it a bit closer. “It’s not hard once you’ve had some practise.” He leant over and showed her how to position her fingers then tried to help her curl her own fingers round them in the right way. “Now you just, well pick it up.” And he demonstrated with a bit of broccoli, popping it in his mouth. He had been tempted to offer it to her, but decided that would be a bit cheesy.
The chopsticks itself weren’t difficult to hold. But when Hazel tried picking up a piece of food, it fell right down. She pursed her lips in a smile, trying again and again. Hazel wasn’t easily frustrated, which was a good thing. However, when she dropped it for the sixth time, Hazel sighed and flipped the piece up into the air and caught it in her mouth. “Well, at least I can do that.” She said, swallowing the vegetable. She laughed at how silly she must have looked, but knew Frank wouldn’t mind.
Frank smiled and nodded encouragingly: her efforts were actually quite good. But he understood when she gave up and ate it like a seal given a fish. He laughed lightly, “That works too Hazel,” and set to eating his own food. “You looked like an animal, I mean, not an actual animal, but you know when they get dogs or seals to do tricks and then they throw a treat to them and they wolf it out the air?” Frank realised he was perhaps digging himself a bit of a hole and couldn’t meet Hazel’s eyes.
