[ it's not long after - a few minutes, at most - that venus arrives at the mess hall herself. she's long since shrugged the top part of the jumpsuit off, tying the arms around her waist and sticking with a tank undershirt she found in one of the empty rooms. it's a lot cooler, a lot less stiflingly tight around everything. it's a lot brighter - she floods any room she's in, banishing the darkness (at least for a good few feet). and most importantly, it means her wings are on full display; eyes open, searching the area in front of her and behind her and in every direction before landing on apollo.
long white hair. waiting in the mess hall. it has to be him, right? so she waves from a respectable distance, and calls out: ]
Um- Apollo, right? [ her eyes - half of them, at least - flicker down on the cup in his hands. ] Should I grab some coffee too?
[ the thought that he might not be expecting her appearance doesn't even cross her mind. she's the devil, after all - and didn't she basically tell him as much? ]
HELL YES
long white hair. waiting in the mess hall. it has to be him, right? so she waves from a respectable distance, and calls out: ]
Um- Apollo, right? [ her eyes - half of them, at least - flicker down on the cup in his hands. ] Should I grab some coffee too?
[ the thought that he might not be expecting her appearance doesn't even cross her mind. she's the devil, after all - and didn't she basically tell him as much? ]