(I AM SO SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS I DO NOT SPEAK ANGLO-SAXON/OLD ENGLISH I TRIED MY HARDEST…)

Going to the beach— or more rather what could be considered the coast on a seemingly endless river (now ocean) styx— was wholly V1’s idea. How they convinced everyone attending to go, however, was something completely out of your range of mental prowess, especially because V1 had somehow managed to convince both of the prime souls not to immediately jump Gabriel. You think, as you walk along the shoreline, rough waves washing up, maybe you have something to do with it. Especially since one of the prime souls is currently at your side.

You glance over your shoulder, and he’s still there following, guided by your hand resting on his arm, his head leaned back and hands cupped over his face, likely to prevent what was inside from leaping out. You’d found a really, really cool fish. It was beached, so you convinced Minos to fill his absence of a face with water and keep it in his face-hole until you found the perfect, absolutely most perfect spot to drop it off. Of course he obliged. Why wouldn’t he? You both were on good terms, and it wasn’t that much of a hassle. So he did.

“Ehm, hast thou found a location…?” His voice is still clear despite the state of his face as he continues to move just a little behind you, still being guided by you. “I am sure thou can imagine having a fish inside thou’st head would not be the most pleasant.”