Percy Jackson!

Trenton huffed, setting course for the training grounds to see if either of the boys were practicing.

Lydia had been about to head back towards Trent’s cabin, but then caught sight of him heading towards the training grounds. She called his name and started towards him.

Trent turned at the sound of his name being called. “Dwarf?” He rubbed at his bleary eyes again, halting in his tracks.

Lydia caught up to him and said, “Yep! Where’re you going?”

“Nowhere.” He mumbled stubbornly, scratching at his arm.

“That’s a lie. Come on, tell me!” Lydia whined like a little kid.

(Sorry! I had a friend over!)

“I believe that would be counter productive.” Trent replied flatly, patting Lydia on the head.

(It’s fine!)
“Why?” Lydia asked, wanting to know more and more the more he talked.

“Because you have a…” Trent paused as he tried to come up with the right word. “Tendency. A tendency to meddle when you judge an action I take as stupid, for lack of a better word.”

“Are you doing something stupid?” Lydia asked impulsively. “Because I want to know if you are.”

“Nonsense, I merely woke up early and wanted to get my guitar from the Apollo cabin.” Trent punctuated the sentence with a yawn, lying through his teeth.

(Have we switched from third to first person?)
Lydia raise her eyebrows. “Don’t lie to a child of Nemesis, we can tell.” She was also lying, and quite heavily too. She only knew because she had grown up cheating, and knew what it sounded like when people lied.

(Lmao no, sorry! I have another rp that I’m writing in first person for and I’m switching between the two atm😅)

Trent raised an eyebrow at Lydia. “Dwarf, your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary.”

(Lolblnalolctwbw it’s fine.)
“I’ll still come with you. No reason for me not to, right?”

“I suppose.” Trent sighed, deciding to continue his trek towards the arena, cursing quietly about the sunlight.

(Oh my gosh I just realized that I put that super long one instead of the normal one…. sorry)
Lydia busied herself with talking, mostly just telling a story about Sam, and the time he made friends with the gang down the street.

(Dw about it XD)

“The more you tell me about your lives the more I wish to bring you home with me.” Trent replied quietly, halting as they entered the arena. He looked around, scanning for Bren and Angel. Upon finding neither he groaned softly.

“What’s wrong?” Lydia asked curiously.

“Nothing to worry about, little dwarf.” Trent spun on his heel, gently grabbing onto Lydia’s arm to tug her along with him.

Lydia let herself be dragged away, and said, “So…. where now?”

“The lake.” Trent responded without no explanation.

Lydia nodded, smiling. “Any reason?”

(Could I join)

“To ensure I remain awake.” Trent sighed.

(If you can find a place to insert your character, that’s fine.)
“Why didn’t you stay asleep?” Lydia asked with concern. “It’s not good for you to deprive yourself of sleep!”

“I find myself… unable to sleep for long stretches of time.” Trent seemed to clammed up at the question, unwilling to answer it.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Why not?” She asked, forgetting about any lines she wasn’t supposed to cross.

“Because the gods deprive me so.” Trent avoided answering, keeping his head down as he walked.

“Right.” Lydia replied, rolling her eyes.
(I’ve got to go, I have family in town that want me downstairs)

Trent sighed softly, massaging his temples as they walked.

(Okay, have fun!)