𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

M sighed. “Right. But I needed the box.”

(Emiiiiiiiiiiiiiii do people know what the Gods look like? Is it normal for them to just be hanging out ensnaring people? Im just curious because idk how Jericho should act when he sees her.)

(Lmao no it’s not normal, but Graci looks pretty normal from what Death, Life, and Insanity do. She looks hella fine tho)

Eve did her best to reign in her laughter. "It's you! You did this…" She kissed him deeply. This was her man . This was her King Neo. She pulled away and licked her lip. "You really know how to make a lady smile."

Julie frown. "I can so. Just….not with you."

(Gotcha Gotcha. So full blown enamored by her. XD)

Jericho made his way through the park, picking up his pesto panini as he went. Starving, he bit into it before he even sat down at his regular bench. Which appeared to be occupied by someone already. A tall someone with a shock of sunshine colored hair. Jericho didn't mind, he'd probably find another bench, but something pulled him towards that one. To the figure stretched luxuriously upon it. He continued to walk nonchalantly, prepared to ask if he could sit along side her, but the face that he was met with had him pausing midstep, the air freezing in his lungs as he stared and stared. Stunning…

Graci’s full lips were turned up in a satisfied smile. She shifted into the firm wood of the bench, trying to contain her legs in on it. It failed, but she didn’t mind. They bent at the thighs and her feet almost touched the ground from the rather low bench. She didn’t notice the mortal staring or approaching her.

Neo set his hands on her neck and kissed her back. Neo smiled and let her go slowly.
“It’s a man’s job, to make his lover happy.”

Zackary shifted around in the bed and opened his eyes. “Yeah? What’s so different about me?”

Dies as I wait for Moxie.//

Jericho approached the woman slowly, not taking his eyes off her lovely face. Stopping just shy of the bench, he smiled and waved to grab her attention. "Hey…" He said brilliantly. Quite suddenly, Jericho forgot every single way he knew of to attract a woman.

Just do the "Did it hurt when you feel from heaven?/No, but I did scrape my knee back up from Hell."//

Graci opened her eyes a bit and glanced at him. A mortal approached her. No mortal ever had the balls to do that.
“Hey there,” She purred to him, sitting up against the back of the bench.

Jericho's next statement was equally as brilliant as the first. "You're on my bench."
He wanted to curse himself. He'd never had such a blank mind a downright stupid demeanor when speaking to a woman before. What was so different about this one?

Best pick up line of all time. "You're on my bench."//

Eve rested her head on his shoulder. "You do such a good job…." She said into the skin of his neck. He treated her like a queen, pampered her like a child, and spoke to her like a true friend….well most of time. There a few things that rolled off his tongue that were strictly for her ears only, as his lover… She smiled into the skin of his neck.

"Hm, look who's moving around now?" She stuck her tongue out at him. "For starters, you're not a good boy anyway. I don't see why I should behave."

“Yeah?” Graci threw her legs back up on the bench, her torso twisting slightly to keep up. “Sitting on your bench. Such a sin, I suppose.” Her eyes sparkled in amusement. Mortals were very funny.

Neo hugged her again, unable to resist. “Thanks babe. I try, you know? You deserve to be happy.”

Zackary rolled his eyes and stretched. “I don’t knkw what you mean. I’ve been keeping to myself and earning us money.”

(Oof. Sorry!)

M sid down the hill a bit, which earned a squawk and wild wavings of his arms. He caught his balance and looked back at her.
“N-no, I couldn’t have.”

Eve sighed with contentment. She could stay here forever, in his arms. Alas, the day called. "I have to go make my muffins…" She said, a frown in her tone.

Juliet sat up and crossed her arms. "And I haven't been doing the same?" She raised a brow at him. "Okay, yeah, I snatch you from the hallways a few times for a little hanky-panky, so what? It's not like you stop me."

Best pick up line of all time. "You're on my bench."//

((I've used it a bunch. Works every time.))

Finally Jericho's mind seemed to catch up, "Actually it is." He leaned over her long toned legs to point out a little carving that was on the back rest of the bench. It spelled out "J.A.U". He had put it there when he was a hoodlum child. "See?" He asked looking into her emerald eyes, smiling mischievously. "It's got my name on it."

Graci looked at the written intials and dragged a hand across it. A blink, at the letters were gone.
“What name?” She asked with a laugh.

Neo pulled her into his hug again. “No you don’t. And I don’t have to do my Kingly duties. Let’s just lay back and rest, dear.”

Zackary rolled his eyes. “That’s still considered not keeping your hands to yourself.” He squeezed her hip, his eyes dancing in laughter. He loved messing with her.

Jericho leaned back, shock flicking across his features before schooling themselves into a neutral, casual smile. "Well, I suppose it's your bench now, my lady." He said giving her a mock bow.

Graci laughed lowly. “Mmm. Yep, it’s my bench, now.” She smiled dazzlingly.

M puffed himself out proudly. “Because I can do things perfectly fine by myself.”

“I’m old and brittle, but I’m prideful,” M said reproachfully.

Eve sighed, "We have rested, Neo. Now, it's time for work. The L.I.A need their muffins for the luncheon tea this afternoon and you must have 1,002 things to do today…" She tried to speak reason to him, but she was doing a horrible job, drawing ditzy circles on the back of his neck.

Juliet stuck her tongue out at him. "Alright, you caught me. I can't keep my hands to myself when it comes to you, love. You're too delicious."

M slipped down the hill a couple more feet, waving his arms to catch himself again.
“Right. Dangerous.”

Neo yawned. “I haven’t rested long enough. I’m still tired. So I’ll sleep.” He smiled drearily.

Zackary rolled his eyes and stretched out, yawning. “I know. I’m just too fine.” He laughed meanly at himself.

"Well it's only natural that you put your name on it now, my lady." Jericho said after a moment of being dazzled by her lovely smile. He extended a finger tipped in blue flame towards the bench. "What is your name? Or shall I keep calling you My Lady?" He looked over at her with a calm happy smile.