Of Early Mornings, Make-up and Consequences
Deathmask woke up at the sound of his phone ringing. Groaning, he got up and wished a slow and painful death upon the person who called him at 5 AM. As he reached the phone, he noticed the name "Aphrodite" flashing on the screen.
"What the hell does Dite want now?" he flipped the phone open and nearly snapped: "Do you know how early it is?!"
"Why, of course I do." he said flippantly, and continued after a brief pause: "You know, I went shopping late at night and found this amazing new type of make-up. I need help with the damn thing, though, because for some reason the text on the box is all in Italian."
"Eh? You want me to translate it for you... THIS EARLY?!"
"Is this early?"
"It is. FOR ME."
"Well, it certainly isn't for me so I'm coming over." the phone was hung up.
Deathmask was getting pretty irate at this point. Good way to start a morning, yeah right. He poked one of the masks on his wall and caused it to shriek. Well... at least that