Clotho sighed at the large monitor that was situated in front of her. "That idiot," she mumbled as she watched Hades sulk while his little nymph Minthe picked out clothes on his budget.
Lachesis joined her sister and looked at the monitor, "poor guy," she mumbled, feeling sorry for the god. "He looks terrible, these days he's always either drunk or hangovered, you can tell that he's miserable."
"Don't pity him as if this isn't partly your fault," clothed grumbled at her colorful sister. "If you had not opened your big mouth, Hades would have remained on the right track. This all started when he started questioning his relationship with Persephone."
"Me? It was Atropos who left him with that whole 'the woman you seek has always been right in front of you' riddle!" Lachesis argued. "That's what got him overthinking, not my outburst!"
"Enough!"