"Why are we being called out by that pastel pink boy again?" Ymir rubbed his nape as he entered the Cafe con Flores. "It's my day off, for god's sake. I have a massage therapy appointment later at 12. My back is killing me."
A shock of red hair followed right behind him. "I can massage it for you, Your Highness. My hands are well-suited for such a task. And I can please you with not just my hands—"
BAM!
The staff and customers of the dainty little cafe were startled when the cold ice prince punched his fiery companion!
But Magni didn't even flinch, still smiling.
"Damn you, Rockhead." Ymir rubbed his knuckles.
Magni just chuckled. For under the human disguise he wore using a bit of Voidian magic, was indeed a head made of volcanic rock.
They approached Aphrodite, who was sitting on a far corner at a table for four. He was wearing a white turtleneck and staring at the flowers at the center. They pulled up chairs for themselves with coffee already prepared for them.
