"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[Hades, however, does not quite want to go anywhere. It's a day off, and he has designs to rest. Well, besides what help he must give Hythlodaeus considering his wrist situation! But otherwise...
As such, he just lets out a groan, and squeezes his eyes shut with a scowl twisting his features. Finally, with a croaking voice from both dehydration and sleepiness, he speaks.]
[He grouses and stirs, his face still twisted with malcontent, but his actions speak against his expression's clear detestation of getting up. What with how he does indeed push himself to a seated position, as he runs a hand through his hair before peering at Hythlodaeus with a squinting stare.]
It has been some time since I visited the theater last. [beat] ...What time is it?
[The stare he's giving Hythlodaeus is a dead giveaway that he does not agree on his definition of "sleeping in", but he does not argue verbally. Instead he closes his eyes, rubs at them with his thumb and forefingers, and then slowly rises, dressed in his usual nightgown. With a withering expression, he looks to Hythlodaeus. Ever is it a mystery to him how Hythlodaeus can be so active and alive right after waking up, but some mysteries were never meant to be solved.
At least he isn't hungover, that's a blessing.]
Well, while you do your little routine, I will take to the shower.
[He says this, as if he doesn't expect Hythlodaeus to budge in on him during it. He absolutely knows he will do exactly that. But at least Hythlodaeus' stretching should give him some time to wake up more fully in the comfort of the hot water.]
[He pauses for a moment with Hythlodaeus' comment—and his sleepy mind then clicks. Of course he's already done all of that, after all it's a generous six in the morning. He's had plenty of time to do his stretching.]
...Right. Well, all the same.
[And so he'll be making his way there, a little stumbled in his gait due to the weight of his eyelids and his mind fighting with him to crawl back in bed. With Hythlodaeus following, which Hades has absolutely noted despite his sleepiness, he might get the bathroom door closed in his face if he isn't quick enough.]
[Hythlodaeus has already limbered up! He's not going to get the door closed in his face. Even if he has to catch the door with his foot or his arm. How vindictive is Hades this morning?]
[Hythlodaeus is at least merciful enough to not start immediately talking as he turns the water for the shower on before padding over to the sink to brush his teeth. Hopefully Hades checks the water temperature before he gets in.]
[Yet Hades is not so lucky that Tropius doesn't nudge the bathroom door open when it hears the water.]
[He barely even notices that Hythlodaeus catches the door, doesn't think twice about it. Instead, he focuses on his own grooming, starting with brushing his teeth as well. It's all mechanical, like he's on some sort of autopilot, and perhaps he is, but it matters little. He's mid-brushing when he notices Tropius, however, and he's frothing not only because of the toothpaste.]
—No! I think not! Out! [Emphasized with a pointed jab of his finger.] You will not be bathing with us, there is scarce enough room for Hythlodaeus and myself, even less with you!
[He makes no move to actually push the beast out, rather gesturing with his free hand, which holding his tooth brush in his mouth. His glaring moves from Tropius, to Hythlodaeus. With an expectant stare which all but says do something!]
[Hades watches with his own baleful look, stepping out of the way as it draws nearer, like it's something grosser than it is. He isn't actually disgusted with it, more annoyed than anything. Turning away from the two of them, he goes back to brushing his teeth with an audible grumble.
Once done there, he turns back to them with a snarl.]
Are you quite finished? Here I thought we were to bathe, not your creature. If he is suffering from your negligence, little is that my burden to bear.
How cruel! Banania loves you, and I hardly neglect him. You should understand the opportunism of a tropical creature. [Since you are one, Hades.]
[He finishes watering Banania and gives him a little pat on the head.]
Go on, go on.
[He gives him a grin as the Tropius withdraws his head back into the hallway. He could always count on Hades to be a sour apple in the morning, couldn't he? He puts the shower head back and steps under the spray, sighing contentedly as his shoulders drop. Even if it was only hitting him in the belly at the moment.]
[Somehow, Hades does not sound convinced. Nor like he much returns the affection. As the sour apple he's known to be, he watches with a look that fits the name. Once the creature has left them be, the door closing and Hythlodaeus finding himself relaxing under the spray of the shower.
Perhaps his gaze should not linger so, and yet it does. Pulling himself back into his senses, he quickly disrobes from his nightgown, hanging it loosely on a towel rack, before making his way over to the accompanying tub. Letting it fill with water as he perches on the edge of it, doing everything in his power to keep from staring at Hythlodaeus.]
Besides the theater, was there aught else on your mind for the day?
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As such, he just lets out a groan, and squeezes his eyes shut with a scowl twisting his features. Finally, with a croaking voice from both dehydration and sleepiness, he speaks.]
...Where?
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[He glances at the ceiling as he thinks for a moment. He lights up as the idea hits him.]
...We could go to Ecruteak. The theater is there! Come, come, get up, we just might be able to find some tickets if we go early enough.
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[He grouses and stirs, his face still twisted with malcontent, but his actions speak against his expression's clear detestation of getting up. What with how he does indeed push himself to a seated position, as he runs a hand through his hair before peering at Hythlodaeus with a squinting stare.]
It has been some time since I visited the theater last. [beat] ...What time is it?
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[He says with perfect earnestness. He stands and begins to stretch as Hades likely tries to feel out if he has a hangover. ]
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At least he isn't hungover, that's a blessing.]
Well, while you do your little routine, I will take to the shower.
[He says this, as if he doesn't expect Hythlodaeus to budge in on him during it. He absolutely knows he will do exactly that. But at least Hythlodaeus' stretching should give him some time to wake up more fully in the comfort of the hot water.]
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[ Which is to say, he’ll pad along after Hades in his boxer briefs and offer him no space. ]
I simply crawled back into bed after.
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...Right. Well, all the same.
[And so he'll be making his way there, a little stumbled in his gait due to the weight of his eyelids and his mind fighting with him to crawl back in bed. With Hythlodaeus following, which Hades has absolutely noted despite his sleepiness, he might get the bathroom door closed in his face if he isn't quick enough.]
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[Hythlodaeus is at least merciful enough to not start immediately talking as he turns the water for the shower on before padding over to the sink to brush his teeth. Hopefully Hades checks the water temperature before he gets in.]
[Yet Hades is not so lucky that Tropius doesn't nudge the bathroom door open when it hears the water.]
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—No! I think not! Out! [Emphasized with a pointed jab of his finger.] You will not be bathing with us, there is scarce enough room for Hythlodaeus and myself, even less with you!
[He makes no move to actually push the beast out, rather gesturing with his free hand, which holding his tooth brush in his mouth. His glaring moves from Tropius, to Hythlodaeus. With an expectant stare which all but says do something!]
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Oh, dear! It has been rather dry out, hasn't it?
[He unhooks the sprayer, rinsing him down from neck to nose]
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Once done there, he turns back to them with a snarl.]
Are you quite finished? Here I thought we were to bathe, not your creature. If he is suffering from your negligence, little is that my burden to bear.
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[He finishes watering Banania and gives him a little pat on the head.]
Go on, go on.
[He gives him a grin as the Tropius withdraws his head back into the hallway. He could always count on Hades to be a sour apple in the morning, couldn't he? He puts the shower head back and steps under the spray, sighing contentedly as his shoulders drop. Even if it was only hitting him in the belly at the moment.]
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[Somehow, Hades does not sound convinced. Nor like he much returns the affection. As the sour apple he's known to be, he watches with a look that fits the name. Once the creature has left them be, the door closing and Hythlodaeus finding himself relaxing under the spray of the shower.
Perhaps his gaze should not linger so, and yet it does. Pulling himself back into his senses, he quickly disrobes from his nightgown, hanging it loosely on a towel rack, before making his way over to the accompanying tub. Letting it fill with water as he perches on the edge of it, doing everything in his power to keep from staring at Hythlodaeus.]
Besides the theater, was there aught else on your mind for the day?