Achilles: *he had a profile and that’s it but his dad popped up too because same last name and are input as family, no mother profile*

We can, there isn’t much to these two))

Achilles: *laid there for about an hour before leaving *

We can use him later))
Auto: *groaned shutting his eyes*

Achilles: *works every now and again but keeps quiet about that*

Dad bod, but give him a suit because he’s been through the times he got choices and it fleshes out his very large figure, he’s just a really really big god man that a specific angel is starting to take a liking to))
Auto: *already dead ass asleep*

Achilles: *laid down relaxing*

I’m trying to figure out Azoras’ design, you know, basically our version of the god of the underworld himself with a child who’s half angel, thinking muscular dad bod))

I hate axe body spray))
Achilles: *found a nice spot to sit and relax*

Auto: *made it home and flopped into bed*

Auto: *finally got home *

Do you ever threaten your brother with perfume because he puts axe everywhere))
Achilles: *on a beeline somewhere *

I liked Nimona))
Achilles: *humming walking by*

Auto: *sighed getting his legs into working order before he could find his way out*

Achilles; *after a while left to be completely alone hopefully *

Auto: *groaned flinching *

Auto: how is that a kinda?

Achilles: *sat on a bench alone relaxing just a little*

Achilles: *was on high alert the entire day *

Auto: *just following tiredly* are you gonna ol’ yeller me?