[Hermes really did not want to come out here, even with the promise of food. On the other hand, staying home means staying by himself with that...thing...and the thing had intimated that the all-watching red monster would have its wrath stemmed by Hermes engaging in some sort of food sharing act.
Food sharing. The thought made him turn white with disgust. And yet, here he is with a box of hand tentacle made fruit salad. Getting to play with the shiny knives is barely compensation for this indignity.]
Fruit here. Give food. Now. [He is an angry orange blob squishing across the floor.[
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Food sharing. The thought made him turn white with disgust. And yet, here he is with a box of
handtentacle made fruit salad. Getting to play with the shiny knives is barely compensation for this indignity.]Fruit here. Give food. Now. [He is an angry orange blob squishing across the floor.[