Apollo, seasick and tired of the long journey, took in the awe-striking sights of the city. He felt fatigued, he never really went to other places. But, he was taken out of his gazing by a gentle voice. He turned to them, giving them a small smile. "Well... uh, I came here to find.." He started, struggling a slight bit with his words before clearing his throat. "I came here to find a home, a comfortable bed to lay in." He thought for a moment, thinking about walking away before turning back to the man. "Perhaps even... a man to lay with me." He said, quietly. He felt his face flush, turning a soft red colour, it was very noticeable on his pale skin. He was quite embarrassed and realized that he probably shouldn't say things like that out in the open, as it was quite frowned upon.
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