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Nerites stepped out of the chariot, wiping the sweat from his brow. “See? Wasn’t that fun?” he smiled, seeming like a ray of sun under the sea.
“I should use my chariot more often,” Poseidon mused, smiling back at the shiny young man.
He then stood there awkwardly, trying to decide what to do next. “Would…” he started, his voice much quieter than before. “Would you like to… come have dinner with me?”
This offer shook Nerites, his eyes widening as a subtle blush crept on his face. “Uh…sure,” he replied.
The awkwardness seemed to intensify as a flustered Poseidon led an equally flustered Nerites to the royal dining room that was rarely used. You might ask, ‘how is it rarely used if Poseidon lives there?’ Well, dear reader, Poseidon typically eats his meals alone in his room listening to Ed Sheeran and Post Malone.
Once they reached the dining room, Poseidon summoned servants that brought dinner out to them. Nerites stood in shock, not having really been in a royal dining experience before.
“Oh wow…” he muttered under his breath, his wide eyes darting all over the room.
Poseidon tried to look like he knew what he was doing, but it was very obvious that he didn’t, as he was often getting in the servants way as they brought out the plates. Nerites then took a seat, and after a few minutes, he looked up at Poseidon.
“Uh… are you gonna… sit down or…?” he asked, his head tilted to the side slightly in confusion. Poseidon sat down after that.
They then both started to eat awkwardly, the radio silence between them making it seem like they were a pair of teenage boys when they are actually several thousand years old and fully capable of speaking for themselves. Eventually, Nerites spoke up.
“So… how was your day…?” he asked awkwardly, not looking up at Poseidon.
The god of tides sat in thought for a moment before blurting: “Lonely.”
Yes, you read that right. The great Poseidon, the ruler of the seas and all that, is lonely. And just told a basically random charioteer. Great job.
“Oh!” Nerites said, raising his eyebrows. “That… well I can’t say I was expecting that…”
I bet you can guess what Poseidon did.
He blushed.
“Why are you lonely, though?” Nerites asked. “Aren’t you the god of the seas?”
“Well…” Poseidon started. “I see my siblings and my family having families of their own and I… don't really have anyone.”
“Oh…” the other replied, a sympathetic expression on his face. “Even Hades?”
“Yep. He has two kids now, twins.”
“Oh wow, well… I could hang around here more often… if you want of course.” Nerites suggested, blushing slightly.
Poseidon has never been faced in a situation like this before. His brain immediately went on overdrive, scrambling to grasp what the blush on Nerites’ face meant.
“Y-yeah, I’d like that.” he stammered out.
“Great!” Nerites smiled, standing up from the table. “Well I guess I can go back to my room now-”
“You don’t have to,” a certain sea god mumbled.
Nerites paused and turned back around.
“Hm?”
“N-nothing…”
Now, our little breadstick had two options: to be a normal sane person, and continue on to his room; or he could be an absolute brat.
“No~ what’d you say?” he grinned. It’s safe to say the brat side won.
This caused Poseidon to blush like crazy as he continued to mumble out a response. “I said you don’t have to go…”
“Really?” Nerites replied, walking back over to the table. “And where else would I go then?”
“You could hang out with me…”
Now dear readers, what do you think happened? I’ll tell you: Nerites continued to be a brat.
“Oh my gods the god of tides wants to hang out with me?” he gasped playfully, even though he was blushing slightly.
“Shut up,” the other responded, blushing even more if that’s possible.
The little brat walked over to Poseidon’s chair and leaned on it, as a brat would. “So then, what are we gonna do?”
“Uh…” Poseidon’s brain is racing frantically because he’s an awkward bean. “What do you want to do?”
Nerites can tell he’s nervous and is trying not to laugh, though it’s not going so well. “Well…we could watch a movie?”
“Do you have a movie in mind?” he said, desperately trying to not seem awkward. (It wasn’t working)