“I wouldn’t go so far as to say my confidence is false, sister. After all, I did save that one small polis in Anatolia during our adventures with naught but my arrows,” Apollo reminded her of saving that city from a monster horde. It had been one of the few times they were apart during their journey of self-discovery. What had the polis been called again? Troy?
Apollo pouted wordlessly. It was true, after all. As the God of the Sun, he couldn’t help but to try snd be a little bit flashy and impressive; it was in his nature. “The final score is five-to-four in your favor, Artemis,” he sighed. Though he had lost, that was because he had tried to be flashy, not because of his bow’s making, so he could at least have that.
Now he would have to deal with his twin busting his boyish bubble-butt; something she was quite familiar with doing.
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I will always be a kid at heart.
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