April 2, 2008 -- Chicago

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Epimetheus never came back to Prometheus' apartment last night. That's not that odd.

But him sauntering through the door this morning, whistling, in an almost cliche display of insufferable smugness? That kind of is.

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One eyebrow arches up.

"You're a Titan. Not to pull rank or anything, but come on. You're a Titan."

The corner of his mouth twitches. It's not anything like a smile, though, no sir.

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Dry: "Which always keeps us from doing stupid shit."

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"It's always kept up from dripping whiskey."

His expression becomes pained.

"Man, was it our whiskey?"

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Look how interesting the floor is!

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Prometheus heaves a sigh of antique and epic proportions.

"I'm gonna finish with this shave, and then I am going to pick up some cigarettes. You're coming with me, by the way -- I don't trust you not to find that you've spilled something and gotten married to some appliance or something by the time I get back."

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"Please," Epimetheus retorts, flopping onto the couch as Prometheus heads back towards the bathroom. "I have standards."

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"'Debatable' doesn't even begin to cover that!"

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Epimetheus flips him off, fondly.