week 2 thursday curfew party at phoenix [smashcut to injured teens]

[selfimmolation]

give me a shitpost

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[resumed]

[ he is struggling to open this stupid package, but it's fine. he will use his teeth if he has to. ]

They work. [ it's fine he also just likes being given things. ] Remind me to shove a few more in your pockets if we have to do anything Saturday.

[stunwhistle]

[he will reach over to help nico with opening the kitkats]

I'll try not to melt him.

[y'know. 'cause he's hot. i'm sorry.]

[resumed]

[ thanks. he would protest but again, he does like will doing things for him and has kind of figured it's actually helping will to do these things, too.

except then will fucking talks. i'm not letting you fix the typo.

"He's hot."
"He’s the sun god."
"That’s not what I meant."

like father like son, he supposes, and he once again finds himself a little annoyed remembering the conversation between thalia and percy. so he just pushes a hand into will's face gently. ]

Shut up.

[stunwhistle]

[MY TYPO



anyway he's laughing but i guess his laughter is muffled by nico's hand now]

[resumed]

[ he's keeping his hand there and he's just grumbling to himself about dumb, reassured, stupid hot apollo kids. ]

[stunwhistle]

[


he kisses nico's palm]

[resumed]

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a. ]

Stop making it worse. [ he is trying so hard to be mad and for what! ]

[stunwhistle]

Fine, fine, I'll stop.

[he settles back! he will behave! he will keep his lips to himself.

(why are they like this?)]

[resumed]

[ flops against him (carefully) and eats his kitkat. it's obvious he's worried about the state of things as he keeps looking at the door, but he'll go quiet. sometimes flirting really is just easier than thinking about what's bound to happen. ]

[stunwhistle]

[flirting is definitely easier than thinking about what's bound to happen.

anyway, will is almost certainly going to wind up dozing off with his arms wrapped protectively aroud nico.]