Phoenix Maplewood i hate the air he breathes

he hoped that maybe his signs of hunger would go over her head. but of course she commented on it, along with other things of course.

”again, fuck you,” he replied, standing up and flashing a fake smile at her. “shit that keeps you fed for days ain’t easy to catch on your own.” in any other circumstance, zeus wouldn’t be admitting this to her. but hey, what else did he have to loose?

he turned around and got ready to leave, but the little lightbulb that lit in his head made him stay. “you hungry?” she was a loner too, by the smell of it. maybe he could convince her to help him hunt something worthwhile.