Firestone Hot Springs please sign on the dotted line

he ran as fast as he could beside the girl, finding her not too far. he was filled with questions and concerns, possibly ready to discard his usual 'no-nonsense' conversation style and dive right into a full on Q&A, but he composed himself. he skidded to a halt beside her, letting out another handsome hack and panted heavily. it probably wouldn't have been that bad had he not casually jogged all the way here-- but that was another story.

her question dragged his attention away from his confusion. "yeah," he breathed, sniffing, "you?" he straightened himself up, trying to make himself look a bit tidier-- dante had taught him that a while back, posture really helped with image. he only gave a few moments of silence for her to speak before he shook his head, "hades," he muttered under his breath, assuming that only the god of the underworld himself could've conjured up such a hot spout, "what was that?"