Jumps in surprise, looking defensive. What the Tartarus was that?

“I am.” He confirms, one side of his mouth rising into a half-smile and a hand coming to scratch his head. Breakfast is only a few steps away. The other palm is extended in greeting. “I’m Wayne.”

“You too.” He examines the other demigod for a break before asking, “You’s one of Deimos’ brats?”

sʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs ʜɪs ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. sʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs ʜɪs ᴘᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜsʟʏ. ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴsᴛᴏᴘᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴅᴜᴏ. ᴄʟᴀʀɪssᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. [ WAYNE. ]

Fists clench and shoulders tense. “/Who’s messing with me, huh/?”

“Nice to meet you.” With that information, he moves to hold one of the large doors open for her, motioning politely. The scent of syrup wafts out of the cafeteria. “Is it pancake day?”

“We’re cousins.” He informs, shrugging a singular shoulder. His relationship with his own father is similarly lacking. “I’m Phobos’.”

Can be spotted dragging a screaming camper into the woods.

Don’t be jealous.

“No shit.” He’s operating under the assumption that this is another (living) camper playing a prank.

Cabin #55 is empty. Time to blare punk and thrash dance around the room.

He comes to a slow stop, chest heaving with effort. A nod is given but no verbalization follows as he turns the music up and continues his previous antics.

Wayne will shut him up.

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“Wicked.” The discovery, in a nature one may describe as childish, brings a grin to the son of Phobos’ pale and otherwise dreary veneer. He hightails it to the line-up.

“That sounds like something someone who isn’t having them nightly would say.” The dreams in question have been a reoccurring problem for years. Wayne would do well for awhile, but eventually always circle back to regular insomnia and nights spent shivering in his own sweat.

Cabin #55’s low population generally avoids policing the behaviour of their half-brother, making the loud stereo accepted. Tristan is welcome to join in.

A son of Dolos who Wayne caught blackmailing another camper.

No, killing is a little much. He only maimed him.

| ooc. not /greek/ mythology but still relevant.