celiaequus:

nighthawkes:

Hades: *sitting outside a cafe, enjoying coffee and a newspaper* 
Cerberus: *sitting at his feet people-watching*

*A thud against the other side of the window they’re sitting beside makes them both look up*

Persephone, inside the cafe with both palms flat against the window and her face too close to the glass: CAN I PET YOUR DOG? 

Hades: Actually, he’s not that friendly–

Cerberus: *rolls onto his back and bares his belly for Persephone*

Hades: What?