Blackfeather Woods murder frisbee with hyacinthus & apollo: a cautionary tale about dating greek gods

Quiet? Not in these woods.
Slow, however. Yeah, that was the right word for it. 
The days drawed on and the nights crept. 
It was a wonder the world hadn't stopped. 

But to 'hang out'? What did that even mean?
Climbing or somethin? Surely not. 
"Yeah sure. But, uh, what does that even mean?"
His head tilted to the other boy. It was probably something really simple he was missing.