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This is a PoseidonxCarina fanfic.
A story where one gal with petite shoulders and an endless love for kitchen appliances finds her match - the man with beautiful muscular toned juicy hairless...
Carina was happy. Secure and missing money. H20 wERE happily playing in the broccoli fields. They liked broccoli. They liked potatoes more. They really liked potatoes. BUTE they also liked betroot. They were wierd children. Nobody liked betroot. But they did. Anyways, they were poor. Everyday Poseidon came back from work he was tired.
Carina always tried to comfort him and lift his spirits, but it never worked. He always drifted past her to the fridge, where the betroot juice remained. He gulped the cold betroot beer in one go, a bit of excess juice sticking to his white T-shirt. Now it was purple. And so he went back to the ocean - his home - to wash it.
This happened often. yes, the betroot juice spilling, but also Carina only being able to spend a mere minute with him, watching him sip his betroot juice. She didn't like betroot, she never did. Beetroot took away valuable time with Poseidon away from her.
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she was cooking betroot soup (idk where she gets the beetroot from considering she poor and lives in a potato and brocolli field.) using her third favourite kitchen utensil - thepot.
H20 clung onto her calves (non-muscuar - at least not as muscular as poseidon's). It brought her back to Poseidon's warm embraces - his calves around her petite shoulders as they shared a hug.
"Shawty I'm home!!!!"
She loved it when he called her Shawty
It was just music to her ears. Beautiful. Reminded her of her spatulas.
The door flung open and Poseidon headed for the fridge. He missed coming home from concerts and he was tired of being a Greek god. Life was tiresome. He also itched to tell Carina something. Something which he had been longing to tell her for a long time. He had to go to the underworld...
