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"Hey, what's up." Cammy's calm demeanor shined through. He was definitely happy to be making friends. He looked at all of the articles of clothes with high disappointment. "I vibe with the cowboy hat, cowboy boots, because Go Texas. But what the hell is that?" He pointed to the underwear. "And where is the rest?" he was definitely appreciative of the male doing this for him and knew he was going to mostly wear the outfit, but he was just complaining first.

There was a wide smile that was spreading across London's face, at least he seemed to get most of the outfit correct. When Camilo asked where the rest of it was though, he tilted his head to the side a little bit confused. "What do you mean where is the rest?" Then he pointed down to his own body, practically dressed in just the skimpy underwear but in a shade of pink. "This is the rest! It's totally in now and I think you're going to make it pop!" Modesty wasn't in his dictionary.

"You're not, if I don't want to I wont." Greyson assured. When it came to things like having a drink or taking drugs he'd always been clear on only doing what he wanted when he wanted, even if at times the son of Pan could be a people pleaser. The soft touch to his cheek was nice, a gentleness he'd not felt in some time and so Greyson found himself leaning into the touch more as he felt London's lips press agains his. For a brief moment the Wildling was a little hesitant as if needing to mentally remind himself that he didn't need anyone's permission to enjoy this and soon was pressing his lips more firmly against London's.

"Good, I love a man that has a little backbone to him." Not that he thought Greyson was a pushover. If someone did, then they'd have to see the man turn into a big bear in the middle of camp. Once Greyson gave into the kiss, things had changed for London. His body radiated heat as he got too excited, the rainbow manipulation taking over and covering him from head to toe. Trying to get over the fact that he looked like a nightlight, London moved his other hand to wrap around Greyson's neck and continued to deepen the kiss. He started to walk forward, trying to make it to the other's bed.

Grey didn't pay too much attention to London while he was rummaging around in his underwear draw, and definitely would end up wearing whatever the other demigod made sure was on top, always just grabbing the first thing he laid his fingers on. He figured out how the outfit came together eventually, putting it on and taking a look at himself in the mirror. He always felt like he was looking at someone else whenever London dressed him. "Okay, well maybe I'll do them again I just haven't felt like it since..." He left. Grey looked away from his own reflection when he felt London's hand brush along his arm, a little surprised at the request. "If you want to..." He replied, blush darkening.

Seeing how Greyson looked in the outfit that he had picked out for him was fun, but then again he would be happy to see the man in anything. Or nothing if he was being specific. "Whenever you're ready, I also don't want to act like I'm forcing you to do something that you don't want to." London moved his left hand up to cup Greyson's cheek. He brushed it softly with his thumb as he leaned forward a little bit more. "Oh, I want to." The son of Iris didn't hesitate when he pressed his lips against Greyson's, moving his other hand to wrap around the man's waist. This felt good, it felt right, and most importantly it felt fun.

"I mean I don't know what's so interesting about it but you can look if you want." Greyson chuckled, gesturing to the right draw as he pulled on the ripped jeans. The son of Pan couldn't help his blush at the other's flirting, always surprised when someone flirted with him at all. He nodded as London explained the party a little more before shrugging his shoulders as he pulled on the tank top. Greyson hadn't really kissed anyone or danced with anyone in a long time either. "Am I not fun if I don't do those things? I mean I've done them in the past but no ones wanted to make out with me or dance with me since...a while."

"Oh thank you for giving me the consent. That was very nice and attractive of you." London didn't halt in going over to Greyson's underwear draw and opened it up. He sifted through some of the pairs and made sure to put his favorite ones on top, hoping that the son of Pan ended up wearing the first thing that he grabbed. This way, he could easily guess what underwear he was wearing. "You're still very fun if you do those things, but doing them is an additional layer of fun." The son of Iris walked over to him. "I wouldn't say they don't want you. I'd love to kiss you if given the chance." London smiled softly as he moved his hand up Greyson's arm. "Can I?"

"I have a green pair, it's forest green." Grey answered, slowly undressing the rest of the way so he could try everything on. "Maybe, but wouldn't that mean you don't get to have fun picking stuff out for me?" He tried to joke with a smile, trying to be normal despite feeling far from his usual self most days. He was thankful London didn't seem phased by his scars, but not talking about them made him wonder what the other was thinking, but he didn't want to bring them up either. "I don't do those things." Not since a certain someone had left years ago. "What is this thing anyway? A party?"

"Is it bad that I want to get a look at your underwear drawer now? Does that sound creepy?" London could have said it was simply for artistic and fashion purposes, but he wanted to see what Greyson wore underneath his clothing normally. "Oh this is one of the best highlights of my day. Mainly because I get to picture taking them off of you as well." He grinned widely as he looked over at the other still getting ready. "It is a party, yes. If you don't do those things, do you still like to have fun? Whether it's making out with someone or dancing."

Still looking dubiously at the thong, Greyson shook his head. "I think I'll stick to my briefs, they're comfortable." He replied before debating on the rest of the clothes. "I can't tell you exactly how the magic works but my clothing and armour just transform with me. It's like...one minute I'm me and the next I'm a bear." He explained before taking the items London offered and laying them out on his bed. For a moment Greyson wasn't sure if he wanted to undress in front of his friend, but he reminded himself that eventually people would have to see what had been done to him, so he pulled his shirt over his head revealing the infernal art carved into his flesh.

Cool, at least the clothes weren't going to get ruined and Greyson was going to be comfortable. "No one is going to see them anyway. Do you have a beige or green pair to wear?" That would pair well with the outfit just in case the rest of it did disappear somehow. "Good. You can keep the clothes then, maybe you'll wear them for another party or outing." London moved over to sit down and glanced over at Greyson. He noted the scars, but he didn't make a big deal about them. Not unless his friend brought it up. "Have you eaten yet? I think they're going to be drugs and booze, so just want to make sure you can handle it."

Greyson's eyes instantly went to the clothes in London's hands when the other demigod entered his cabin. He'd only heard pieces of what had happened, seemingly both of them captured in some way yet London seemed much the same as he'd always been, confident and warm - Greyson tried not to envy it.

"I think it'll help you bounce around a lot or something. I still don't know how the whole beer thing works, but I figured you needed some flexibility." Which could help out a lot. London then pulled something else out from the back, an olive green over up. "I figured you'd protest a little bit, so i also brought this that you can through over. I hope you know that this is going to look amazing on you though. Whether you pick one piece or all four."