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[ Not the squinting!! Aughhhh, she snorts, a hand swinging up to cover her face because she doesn't mean for the sound to come out. But she's still smiling, eyes crinkling with mirth. She finds herself giving a nod, and a nod again, like agreeing having shield obsessed friends is normal. ]

Damn! Your friend must be devastated at that missed call. Any vibes at your training sesh?

[ She says vibes like it's something he should look out for, like its a fiendish little imp that'll trudge on through with its own shield. ]

It'll get you like that, though. At least they didn't pick up and listen to you! That's the worst.

[His eyebrows arch when he's about to take another sip from the straw. Pursed lips and nipple out, he really doesn't care if he does look silly. There's already too much toxic masculinity in Ancient Greek Myth and Society anyway. ]

'Vibes'? [He chews on his lips absently, both because the drink really is syrupy and trying to remember if he did learn about that word in his newly-discovered lingo lexicon.] Not quite sure what you mean.

[ Can Zagreus get anymore absurd and hilarious without even trying? Absolutely. He absolutely can and it's destroying Lottie. She is trying very hard to be normal and answer his question properly, and she does so!!

After taking a very long sip of her drink, that is. ]

You know? Vibes.. They can be good or bad or like, just weird. It's like, a feeling. Or an intuition. [ She waves a hand around, dabbing her lips with her napkin. ] Something in the air?

A feeling during practice... [Leaning his chin on the heel of his wrist, he frowns thoughtfully, trying to recall that. Shalem had looked very okay during the practice following that blunder, or so he seemed. He wonders if he should have let it ring and actually called him, but he supposes that he's used to this kind of thing happening, too.] I don't think so. I met him the next day, and he didn't say anything about it. Then again, he knows I'm new to this.

Why, though? [His mismatched eyes flit over to Lottie, who looks so at ease in this kind of setting that he wonders if this is something everyone else on the surface does.] Are there supposed to be?

[ Woah, his eyes (said like someone who is surprised by everything, despite fully knowing the story behind them).. But also, ]

..Vibes?

[ Wait a second — she completely forgot that this was about his practice to begin with!! She waves a hand, ]

No, Zagreus, it was.. I was joking about vibes with your tutor.. Because of the butt dialing, so, I don't know? [ In a much smaller voice: ] It sounded good in my head? [ And then louder, ] It's normal for there to be no vibes, too! If you met him that's completely normal.

[Nodding through her explanation's ups and downs, Zagreus takes what Lottie says to heart, learning a totally new thing and a diligent student if he just puts his heart on it. He finds himself arching his eyebrows as he realizes how the social dynamics regarding the phone work and laughs.] Oh! I see!

[He gently tips his head and equally tilts his glass against hers.] I'm sorry you have to spell everything out for me, you know? I've realized I'm incredibly sheltered, so you've been very helpful. Thank you.

[ Fuck. How does she explain that she's really only been ''going out'' — this is used loosely, because going out to Lottie Person™ means just leaving the house, actually — since having 'died' (pending actual death confirmation but, details). It'd be a great bonding moment, her brain says! Isn't it normal to be honest and have things in common?

Another, bigger, part of her brain insists that actually? Seeming cool and terribly friendly is infinitely better? Lottie screams inwardly. ]

No, don't even worry! I'm not sure if it was that funny, anyway.. [ Maybe, just a tiny bit of honesty somewhere else. She can admit to him this is only the third bar she's ever been to in her life, later! ] I've been wondering about that, though.. How did you grow up? If you don't mind me asking!!

[Take the opportunity, Lottie. Zag loves introverts who keep to themselves. He finds them cool.

Zag shakes his head, gives her a good-natured, albeit pointed look. Somehow Lottie has a tendency to shun thankfulness, which baffles him. To be flustered by compliments is one thing that he's used to. But gratitude?

How odd. Is it that rare, in her world?

With a sigh, he slurps at the drink thoughtfully. A straw-drinking Rodin, really. ] Imagine this place, but one big, silent castle with never-ending hallways that always seem to switch places. There's only one Kitchen and a Lounge, and one person playing the lyre at the corner. That's where I'm from.

[A beat.] Does that make sense to you?

[ His pointed is look is met with one of her own, very much saying: what. And then: did I do something wrong?? She almost acts on that impulse to say it before he indulges in her curiosity, effectively shushing her.

It looks like she's trying to envision it as he paints the picture of where he lived. His home comes out, predictably, more British than it should, since, well, his accent. She chalks up a lot of the eccentricities of what he's saying to just that: Londoners. She nods, after taking a contemplative sip of her drink. After all, she does understand, except she has only one Very Important question, ]

You had a guy for background music just, in your house?

[Ah, if only he knew what the British were! And why he sounds like one, really. He knows that he speaks differently than most, though most of the Olympians and higher Chthonic entities do seem to have the same manner of speech. It's a non-issue, however, so he never really thought about it.]

Well, not just my house. The House. Many staff works there, and it is the underworld; the Shades could use some cheer.

[Even if Orpheus' songs aren't exactly the most joyful, somehow they still manage to lighten up the mood a bit.]

[ One day she'll explain the (read: her own) fascination and allure that comes with accents... Definitely not sober, though.

Until then, she listens. Thinks about the Shades.. And how they are apparently, hm, sad??

Lottie is puzzled. Visibly so, as she reminds herself that Zagreus wouldn't lie to make himself cooler like she would. He's telling the truth, and is from some house in the underworld. She stirs the straw in her drink, suddenly incredibly curious once it sinks in. Zagreus is from the underworld.. Normally? And he still grew up sheltered?? ]

Okay! Umm.. [ Where does she begin!! ] What did you do there?

[And the coup de grace, really, of how Zagreus was never meant to look or seem cool at all, pretenses not gone, just entirely inexistent, wraps around this one single-word reply as he winces.] Admin.

[He shakes his head, as though the motion helps him escape the memories of dreadful paper and scrollwork that he had been in charge of taking care of in the Administration Chamber at the House.] Not that I was good at it at all. I quit shortly after I started.

[He tilts his head.] What did you do, Lottie? Is it something you can carry on doing here? If you wish to, I mean.

[ Admin? All she can think about is Zagreus just sitting happily in front of his little computer, pressing random keys and wearing glasses. It's a fun thought while it lasts, the thought probably existing just as long as his stint in it.

She sips the last of her drink, wondering how to approach this, after she takes in his question — she knows some people here have no idea what a fashion blogger is (hasn't been invented yet, maybe?). She sets her empty glass aside and leans in close. ]

..Do you have like, [ is he gonna think she's goofy with the seriousness she says this with??? maybe ] influencers? Where you're from?

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im CRYING..NOT THE NIPPLE!!!!

lottie would have a field day with all the nips out in ancient greece

she'd be FLABBERGASTED!! bamboozled. shocked

ofc she would <3

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