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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍
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episode five ; a god buys us cheeseburgers
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BEATRICE BIT DOWN onto her cheeseburger. she had moved to the other side of the booth to sit next to grover and in front of eros. grover stared at the god of war, watching him laugh at his phone and show his son.
"we've met before." grover finally spoke up. beatrice stopped chewing on her food, glancing at the satyr then at ares.
"been around a long time, little boy. i've met a lot of people." ares responded, not tearing his eyes away from his phone.
"i'm 24." grover corrected him.
ares scoffed. "good for you." it was obvious he was not interested in having a conversation with the satyr.
"i keep forgetting that." beatrice mumbled before swallowing down her chewed up food.
"we met at the solstice. on olympus." grover continued to talk.
"protestor."
"oh, i wasn't one of the protestors. i'm a fan."
"it's true."
ares finally tore his eyes away from his phone, glancing over at the satyr and beatrice. eros even looked at the satyr weirdly. who could ever be the fan of the god of war? he was terrifying to most.
"i think you got me mixed up with someone else, kid." ares told him. he never got told that someone was a fan of him. especially not from a satyr.
"no, i don't."
the man put his phone down with a sigh. "satyrs eat tofu. satyrs worship flowers. satyrs sing songs about their feelings. satyrs are not fans of mine."
"satyrs are children of nature." grover corrected the god. "nature is brutal. red in tooth and claw, right?" ares looked at him. "maybe unpleasant. but that doesn't make it untrue. you are the champion of all of that. i respect it."
beatrice and eros glance at each other. this was interesting to them.
"so what are you like, a casual war ll buff?" ares asked the satyr sarcastically. "you've seen saving private ryan, have you?"
