[THIS TAKES PLACE AT SFOTH!]

Telamon would be too occupied with his work to notice Builderman sneaking up behind him.

“BOO!” Builderman would place his hands on Telamon’s shoulders, chuckling as the deity’s feathers fluffed up. “G’mornin’, Tela. Yer workin’ already?”

Telamon would let out a huff of amusement and annoyance, patting down his feathers again. “Yes. I have work to do.”

“..to much work to preen yer feathers?” Builderman would raise an eyebrow at him, shifting his hard hat.

“Yes.” Telamon would reply, starting to sound irritated. His wings would fold in, his back still to Builderman.

“Hey! What if I preened ‘em for ya while you work! Finishin’ two tasks at once!” Builderman would say, smiling enthusiastically.

Telamon would eye him curiously. Only mated birds preened for the other. But he knows Builderman is unaware of that. “…. fine.”