She’ll be okay, Wayne.

; I’ll make a new layout soon I’m la zy

He doesn’t need to protect her anymore. She isn’t a little girl.

He worries too much.

He worries too much about her and not himself. When was the last time he ate?

Gods, dammit. They’re going to the pavilion, he can’t starve himself.

. . . He does know that the food here is free, right? He can eat anything he wants, and not live on that childish diet anymore.

She’s listening.

She quirks her own, interest piqued. “Sounds like a party.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀WAYNE MCCULLOUGH! | child of phobos. blessed by zeus. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ — pjo/hoo + mythology. ⠀⠀⠀⠀written @byfallacy.

She extends her palm, an offering of partnership ; a smirk adorns marred tiers. “What shall we do first?”

She knows, and she’ll be thankful forever, but they don’t need to scrounge anymore. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll quit when you learn to take care of yourself again.”

Without her?

Who is @FEARSCHILD.

Hmph. Well, she is. / Who / is it?

Uh, oh. That’s no fun. Did he kill him?

. . . Is it? He wronged someone, did he not?