A Musebox for Flying Squids

Crud. He's spiraling, time to distract. "I did have another idea," he says, pressing a few kisses along Hades's cheek. "If you're willing to let me drive for a little bit. I visited Elpis the other day, we were discussing concept husbandry. The way they carefully control and monitor the more dangerous creatures, not Pandemonium's lot but just the ones who can get easily upset." His hands paw at Emet-Selch, adding additional stimulus, trying to draw his friend's mind away from the cold, lonely place it's sliding toward.