forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“I’ll just stick to honey.” Lydia said, biting into her sandwich.

Trenton glanced over at the door, making sure their exit was still secure. After deciding it was safe, he moved over to investigate the fridge for something to drink.

“Is there any soda in there?”

“Soda isn’t healthy for you.” He look over his shoulder, frowning at her. “There isn’t anyways, it’s mostly ingredients.”

Lydia cursed. “Fine….”

“Swearing is impolite.” He lectured, although there was no real bite to his words. The response was close in tone to his response to his lack of professionalism, sounding slightly off.

(I just want to make sure you guys are okay with the whole Trenton-Abuse subplot I set up! I want to get to know Lydia, Blair, Bren, and Angel just as well, so if you feel like I’m putting too much emphasis on this or neglecting anyone/plot, ((or if you’re genuinely uncomfortable with it)) don’t be afraid to let me know! I really like this rp, but I want everyone else to enjoy it equally.)

(Oh, I’m cool. I wasn’t sure that was where you were going with it, so I didn’t want to say anything.)
“Sorry.” Lydia said, quietly.

(Awesome. Trent isn’t really the touchy-feely type anyways, so there won’t be any gorey details or anything like that. But I’ll hold off from most of it until I’m sure @HOney and Spearmint is cool with it as well)

“S’okay.” Trent mumbled absentmindedly, his head practically inside in the fridge as he dug around. “Where do they keep all the drinks for lunch if there’s nothing in this wretched machine?”

Lydia just shrugged.

Trenton retracted himself from the fridge, muttering the exact curses he just scolded Lydia for when he whacked his head on the fridge door. He rubbed his head, wrinkling up his nose in annoyance. He sensed something different about the vibe of the room that he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Lydia looked around for a moment, feeling off. She shrugged it away, and said, “Hippocrit.”

“I’m an adult so it’s permitted.” Trenton tried to make an allowance for himself, hoping Lydia wouldn’t catch the awkwardness in his voice. Gods, I’m a terrible liar. He squared his shoulders, trying to make himself look more confident.

“Pardon me? How old are you again?”

Trenton froze up, slightly caught off guard. He cleared his throat quickly, and strutted across the room, leaning (a tad dramatically I might add) on the counter. He ran a hand through his hair again, as if acting like a bad boy in a teenager rom-com gave him a confidence boost. “Older than you.” He offered up his best practiced charming smile, hoping to get away with this.

“No freaking duh. That wasn’t the question.”

Trent switched his tactic, converting his expression to wide, confused puppy eyes and a slightly bashful, innocent smile. “It wasn’t? I’m afraid I’ve misunderstood.”

“You’re smart enough to know that I’m asking for your age in years, with actual numbers.”

“Well you’ll have to wait a moment. I’m afraid math is not a strength of mine.” Trent pretended to think, humming slightly.

“Really? That’s your excuse? Come on man, how old are you?”

“I think it’s a perfectly legitimate excuse. I am rather daft on occasion.”

“You know how old you are. Just tell us.”

“You’ll have to be more clever than that.” Trenton let another smile escape his lips, thoroughly amused by Lydia.

This just aggravated Lydia, although she was laughing. “I’ll give you…. I’ll give you something if you tell me.”

Trent was curious, but didn’t let it show on his face. “What could you possibly give me?” He asked, his tone bordering on cocky supervillain levels of detached interest.

“Um…. ooo! I know, but I can’t tell you yet. It’s more of a thing I could tell you, than something I can give you. You have to tell me first.”