Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud crunch, and when he looked over his shoulder, he found Hermes standing in the middle of the hallway, hugging a large bowl of popcorn, wearing only a pair of small floral boxers and a sheer pink robe lined with feathers. “Is that…my robe?” Persephone asked. Hermes was reaching back into the bowl as he looked down at his ensemble. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I borrowed it. I didn’t think you’d mind.” “When?” Persephone asked, a demanding edge to her voice. “When I got here.” “And when did you get here, Hermes?” Hades asked, impatience threading through his
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