Let's not even talk about all of Zeus's less-than-bright ideas. We'd be here a while. [Somebody's been reading up on greek myth still. He flinches slightly at the loud sound (if only because he didn't expect it) but it doesn't take more than a few seconds for him to realize what's going on. How the hellhound fits anywhere, Hiro still doesn't know and he's suddenly getting out of his chair to cross to Nico's side of the table to get a better look at the dog. He's only met Clifford once, of course, and he definitely didn't have a cat on his head.

…cat. It's…cute. And ginger. And he sort of wants to pick it up and pet it but now is seriously not the time.]

Wait, what? [He backs up a little when Clifford's ordered to lay down, though he knows Nico's enjoying this way, way more than he should. He's not a dog person, but he can only guess that the excitement is a good thing.] …dude. Are you sure? [But he's already eyeing Clifford, figuring out how to climb onto his back before he turns to stare at Nico.

…typical. He fucks up, and Nico just gives him tools to fix it like it's absolutely no big deal. He bounces on the balls of his heels nervously for a moment, debating on something before he moves lightning-fast to squeeze the other boy around the shoulders.]

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! [He lets go almost immediately and it's one, two, and a leap and a bound and he's on the dog's back. It's different than being on Thrall's back in his wolf-form but he looks fairly comfortable. He might still hate horses, but this? This he could do.]

Clifford? Up. [It's a test to see just how in control he really is…and also a chance for Nico to change his mind. Just in case.]