He fights to keep his chin held high, lazuli hues hardened with ice. "My father wasn't interested in me, that was clear enough."

A wily grin slowly spreads his lips apart, though his eyes remain stone cold. "That's funny because it almost makes everything your fault."

"Football is for fairies."

Naturally, Luke found they had approached a familiar sight, a slight breach from camp to the woods surrounding — [BOBBI A.C.].

— and protecting it. An uncomfortable wave of nostalgia coursed through his veins and he abruptly turned BOBBI A.C. around. —

— "As a son of Hermes it comes natural, but I like to think I have my own mischief." [BOBBI A.C.].

"Cookies are for dweebs." Ignores his grumbly stomach.

. . . Frankly, he doesn't want to know what's going on.

"Ew."

If BOBBI A.C. had any doubts or uncertainties about his actions, Luke ignored them entirely; he'd no care left within him —

— for such petty situations. Nevertheless, he was just as relieved when BOBBI A.C. did not bring it up, instead keeping —

— the subject clear from the matter. BOBBI A.C.'s query brought a slight smile to his lips despite himself, mind unraveling —

— itself from within. "I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you." He meant it as a joke, keeping quiet — [BOBBI A.C.].

— on the rocky truth beneath. He'd rather not end up along the same path with the same ending. Not this time. [BOBBI A.C.].

Rolls his eyes. "Kids."

"Foetuses." x.com/collateralism/…

"Pfft. Of course I win." x.com/collateralism/…

"I. . I don't really know." x.com/collateralism/…

". . ." Acts as though he's not listening.

Yaaaawns.