“a sacred duty was given unto one hermes leva that day!”

and as destiny righteously thrusted itself upon hermes vegas righteously thrusted a paintbrush along with it. clutching at the other's hands, he leant in close to pass on what to julio appeared to have roughly the same symbolic equivalence of the olympic flame. the captivated audience of this noble bestowal ceremony? two paint buckets, tarping and a part of the drama club's next production that had been deemed wholly unsatisfactory by one demanding set designer.

that much that the “sacred duty” for hermes was probably synonym for “non-consensually volunteered by one julio romero to give the backdrop a paint job” but sacred duty sounded far, far better in vegas' blessed opinion.

“it is a responsibility he shares with the fated chosen one,” carrying on with remarkable intensity julio kept his hands on the other's, apparently intent on keeping his eyes on hermes throughout the dramatic delivery, “a noble quest, gifted upon them on by the gods themselves.” or a rowdy stage manager last minute along with one overeager freshman. members of the drama club had been in overdrive with the upcoming production and this was a set design session that looked as if it'd go even further into the night. this hero student appeared to have little issue with that, though, still brimming with energy as he continued with a voice growing even more emotional.

”yet honourable hermes must swear to vegas one thing,” it seemed julio determined not to let go out of the brush or hermes' hands until whatever he wished was promised.

“what say you, holy messenger? will thou enter a pact with this champion of justice?”

@dee2 / say if something's up + feel free to have hermes pull away otherwise k