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Apollo nods slowly, "Yes... That will be a good idea.... I wish something could have been done any other way... He was so attached to his 'grandfather', if Ritcher really was such. But Pandora spent the years since his birth trying her hardest to get him back and Ritcher killed her without a second thought. He wasn't thinking of Adel in his actions, he thought only of Zeus' reward if he returned Endymion to him..." He walks over to the room service phone, musing slowly, "I hope he will learn to trust us in time..."

Apollo nods, smiling a little at Endymion's choices, knowing they were both delicious as well as simple enough to be enticing to a young boy. He picks up the phone, ordering, but all the while watching Diana. Saying the behavior was strange would be an understatement. A few times the room service manager had to ask if he was still on the line by his sudden blank silences. He finally hangs up the phone, finished putting in the order.
He now stared at Diana as he says in a calmly surprised voice to Endymion, "If she starts purring, I might claim that the spell hasn't entirely broken... I guess she isn't so different from the creature you knew and lover, Dymion..." He smiles a little, trying to comfort him. He knew this whole thing had come as a surprise, but perhaps making the connection would make getting to know Diana a little easier for Endymion.

Apollo sees the door open across the room and quickly looks to his own plate of food, as if thinking that if he couldn't see Adel, then Adel wouldn't notice him. He didn't want the boy to starve himself because of what Apollo had done, but at the same time, he knew if he left the boy alone totally, that Adel would never trust him. He finally looks up and smiles warmly to him, "You can take that back inside with you if you want to eat alone..." He smiles again, turning his attention back to his food, which was mostly tuna sandwiches as well, since Diana's cat states had gotten him used to it. He didn't want to turn too much attention to Adel, not wanting to scare him away.

Apollo sighs, having not really expected much more than that. He looks down at his own food for a second before casting his eyes to Diana, "Don't let it get to you... At least he's eating... And he is young, I doubt he has seen enough in his life to be too distrusting... He... He reminds me so much of Eros... But I suppose it's only because when I first saw him, he was blind-folded... I... I really hope that... That he won't hate us forever... or me forever, that is..."

Apollo smiles as he hears the door close, although he hadn't focused on it enoughto sense it earlier. He eats his meal with a smile, knowign everything would turn out ok.
He relaxs as well, for what seems like the first time that day and wraps a comforting arms around Endymion. He glance over to him as he kisses the mortal's temple softly, "Wellll.. how are you holding up?"

Apollo holds him sleepily listening with a small smile. The day had been quite exhausting, and not to mention emotionally draining. He yawns and responds, "Mmmm... well, my bad has been waiting for awhile, I suppose they are getting fidgety with no stage to perform on... I can do more shows, they bring in a good bit of money and most places accept our gigs and pay us well... I'm not really too worried about money..." He nuzzles at Endymion's neck, "I'd be happy with no money at all... but you and Adel do have to eat... But don't worry on it, pulling a profit is easy whe you have centuries of experience."

(yay!! post 1000 for the guild!!.... lol, even if this guild IS a ghost-town)

((yea, here you don't have to worry about really bad inexperienced people screwing up an rp))
Apollo laughs a little, kissing Endymion as he pulls the mortal closer, his hands rubbing soothing circles into his back and shoulders. Nuzzling at Dymion's neck, he says in a light voice, "You don't have to get a job, you know.... But if you want one, then I won't stop you...." He plays with Dymion's hair, thinking for a moment, "I don't know what you'd do, though... What are you good at...? Other than dancing..." He suddenly grins, laughing a little to himself, "You could be a model...?"

Apollo chuckles, running his fingers through Endymion's hair, "A model is paid to be gorgeous, to be the total idolized example of humanity. They wear clothes for designers and have pictures taken of themselves to advertise... But it's just a suggestion, I know you would be good at it.... But there are so many other jobs you can take up.... What did you do before you fell asleep, what do you like to do?"