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Who: Hades & Ploutos
What: Visiting the cool uncle
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Hades' house

On Thursdays, Ploutos' classes ended at 1, and he didn't have to work. Which was nice, not having his days packed with things to do from morning until night. He killed an hour or so getting himself lunch, but he still didn't feel like going home right away.

He remembered Hades saying he should come by and visit sometime, so he headed over there. He would have called, but he didn't have any contact numbers. He made a mental note to ask for one, so he could put it in his phone. He found the house and knocked, buttoning his coat against the early spring chill.

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A shade would open the door, and watched him for a moment. Soon after that, Ploutos was let in. He'd be let into one of the rooms with a glass of wine, and after a moment Hades appeared.

He grinned at his nephew and extended his hand. "Ploutos. Sorry I didn't know you'd stop by. Good to see you."

Ploutos followed the shade inside, taking one of the empty chairs. He sipped from the wine, glancing around the room. He hadn't been to see his uncle since arriving in the city, hopefully he hadn't turned up at an inconvenient time.

He stood and smiled when his uncle appeared, shaking his hand. "It's fine," he said. "I would have called-I should have called-I just didn't have a number. It's good to see you, too."

"Oh right." He'd make sure that Ploutos would have his number. He was fond of his nephew. He released the boy's hand and sat down. "Tell me how you've been? And what you're doing now."

He took his own seat again, chin resting on one hand. "I've been doing alright. School and my internship take up most of my time. I saw my mother a few weeks ago, but we're both busy, you know? So it's fine. And you, how've you been?"

He didn't ask about Demeter. He didn't really care, and he knew it would sound fake. That and he didn't enjoy Demeter's obvious favoritism. It seemed cheap. "Same as ever I fear. Every now and again I get a soul to judge, but I spend my days mostly trying to keep busy. It's very different. But I'm up here now and I got the girls to keep me busy."

He noticed, but didn't comment. He knew his mother and uncle's relationship was...stormy, at best, and he liked his uncle. So he said nothing.

He nodded and sipped at his wine. "And how are your girls? He asked. I haven't seen them in...geez, it's probably been centuries. But I feel you on everything being different. I can see. That was a new one."

He smiled to the mention of his daughters. "good. Makaria is in college now. She trusts too easily, but she's happy. Melinoe is as ever. And I did notice that. Congratulations." He sipped from his wine, "me and Persephone are...trying to date. So far, so good. We're not breaking the rules, and have a shadow of a normal marriage."

"Oh, which college?" he asked. "I'm at Columbia, it'd be nice to see a friendly face at school once in a while."

"Thanks," he said, grinning and taking another drink. "It's nice to have it back, I can't lie."

He wondered, for a moment, if his mother knew, and how she was taking it. But Persephone was both a grown-up and a married woman, as far as he was concerned, she could do what she liked. He wanted his sister to be happy.

"Then I'm happy for you," he said, and he meant it. "I'll have to at least call her and say hello, I haven't talked to her since I arrived."

"She is, I'll tell her to look out for you." At least he could trust his nephew to keep an eye out on his daughter. He didn't need a repeat of her running into Zeus.

"Well you need to take care of Zeus, but he won't hear it from me. I promise you that much." He tended to see Zeus' Kingship as something that ended at his door. And Ploutos was inside his home.

He smiled and knew the boy meant it. "Thank you. And do that. She'll be hapy to see you, I know she will."

"Awesome," he said, grinning and settling back into his chair. "I'll keep my eyes peeled."

"Thank you," he said gratefully. "I'm pretty sure I don't even merit a look from Zeus these days anymore, but all the same, I'd rather not be blind again. Too much to see in life."

He nodded. "Yeah, I keep meaning to call her and then life just happens, and before you know it, it's a week later." He sighed. "Which sounds lame, since she's my sister, but there it is. Still. I will."

He waved his hand, "you never know with that one. Zeus is as fickle as the weather he oversees." he shrugged and motioned for one of the shades to bring in some food. Despite everything, he was a good host.

"well I'll tell her to call you as well next time I see her. You wouldn't happen to know any good opera's right? Persephone wants to see one and I haven't the faintest idea what's good."

"True," he agreed. "I never seek him out, or try to get his attention at all. And I like it that way. I don't need it. I do my duty the same, with or without sight."

"Please do," he said. "And, uhm...let me. Operas. Carmen and Aida are both really famous. I liked Madama Butterfly when I saw it, although that's been...what, 20 years ago? Or there's Tristan und Isolde. It really depends on what you feel like sitting through for a couple of hours."

He didn't want his nephew to get hurt, so he did what he could to keep him safe. "I know that. My brother, however, is a moron and doesn't. Just keep an eye out. Come here if you need any help."

He nodded. He'd look them up. "Well I'd go for something light for Persephone's sake but I'll ask her if she has any particular ideas in mind. Are you hungry by the way? I promise nothing is from Below."

He nodded. "I will. Thank you. I don't seek him out, ever, but I know how he is. It's hard to trust the man who gouged out your eyes." He tried for an even tone, but couldn't help the slight edge of bitterness.

"I probably can't help much there, I haven't gone in about 20 years, like I said. It's alright, just not really my thing." Then he shrugged. "Only if it's not any trouble."

"More then me. I've never seen the point in it. But she wishes to go, and I will indulge her. She fears me, for good reasons, so I'm trying to rebuild the bridges I've burned."

Smiling he rose, motioning Ploutos to follow him. "never any trouble. You know that. I've had the servants dig up some food."

Ploutos smiled slightly. "I went for a girl. She liked and understood it more than me, and wanted me to try and enjoy it too, so I tried. I ended up doodling on the playbill. She wasn't impressed."

"Sounds like you're off to a good start, then," he said, getting up to follow Hades.

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