talk shit get hit

[irritating]

IC Date: Dec 28th

[ Apollo's had a busy night plus she's a lazy asshole, so even into the early afternoon she can be found, still asleep, on the couch where she had fallen asleep the night before. She's still completely naked except for her usual overabundance of bracelets and rings and whatever the hell else she wanted to put on yesterday - but, thankfully, she's laying on her stomach and although her back and her legs are clearly bare, she's managed to tangle a blanket around her waist in a such a way that she's not immediately, totally indecent.

Not that that takes away from the fact that it's extremely obvious what she was doing to end up where she currently is. Of course, her clothes thrown all over the place in every which way were probably going to be the first indication of that anyway.

Sorry, Marduk. Welcome home. ]

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man this is such a suspicious looking premise

[oversleeps]

[ by the time he finally does get home, marduk isn't even angry anymore. at least, not in the way he's used to being angry, the spark of temper that dies out as quickly as it starts. this is something much more slow burning and cold, the kind that leads to premeditated murder.

and most of all, it's incredibly tiring, to put it mildly; by the time he reaches home ("home"?) he is too cold and bone-weary to act on anything immediately. hell, he's even reached the point where he's beginning to feel a little ridiculous. it's not a completely unfamiliar sensation, but one that's uncomfortable in the context of exsilium-- especially given that it's apollo involved.

he carefully picks his way across the room, dodging anything that looks too suspiciously like an article of clothing, clean or not. he's not surprised to find apollo on the couch, but he's not pleased either. ]

Get up. [ unspoken: please. he doesn't even want to fucking deal with you right now. ]