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Collin frowned at the question, it was a difficult one. He owned a lot of DVDs at his home but there were only two that stayed in his room as he watched it over and over again but the male couldn’t simply choose. “I believe it’s a tie between The Breakfast Club and the Dead Poet’s Society.”

Collin just blinked, “What about him?”

Spyridon looked around, unsure the question had truly been for him. There were other people in his immediate surroundings, but none as close as him to the legionnaire who had just spoken. Blinking, the new recruit found he had trouble getting the words out. “I, erm, I- I guess so? I only have three of my own, but one’s really mine – if, well, if I lent it to you can you promise you’d give it back in one piece? I can’t sleep well without it.”

Collin blinked as the male looked around, he wondered what he looked for - Collin wasn’t even that short for him to be not seen. But when the male had finally found him, he had grinned to show him that he had found Cole. His uncertainty made him tilt his head in curiosity, he was already expecting him to make an excuse about him needing his pillows and he knew he would have to find another. “Oh, well, I promise to give it back to you in one piece, and clean too!”

Maya usually knew better than to spill her secrets to the first person who was willing to listen. She could spill them to a diary, or the plants in the garden for all she cared. Neither of those talked back, though, so maybe this was a better alternative. Collin was a good listener, and he actually asked further… even if it was about one single part of her confession. “ Oh, oh. Right. I’ve been… thinking of joining them. ” Maya knew it was a disgrace to leave the legion without the praetor’s permission, especially since her dad had done that exact thing, and she was nowhere near qualifying for the Amazons, but a girl could dream. She said all of this to Collin, just a bit toned-down, waiting to see how he’d respond. He hadn’t reacted to her feeling useless, didn’t try to make her feel better by saying that she wasn’t. She was a bit conflicted about that. “ Gods, now I really want to take a bath again. ” She shook her head, grateful for the laugh he let out, which was answered with a smile of her own. “ That’s awesome! How many members does the club have now? ”

Collin honestly didn’t know how to make the red head feel better about her own skills. He couldn’t even think how his words would affect her, seeing as words from other people had only made him feel like a disappointment. All this confidence that he would do good made him feel like he always failed their expectations. He didn’t want to make the female sad by telling her that he believed - of course he did - but he just didn’t want her to feel like a disappointment even further than what she’s feeling right now. “You are?” He let out, amazed by her friend’s want of joining them. He had always admired the Amazons. They were far more better at making the girl better than he would. “I’m pretty sure you’d make a great addition. Plus, they can help you be better and I feel like they would be good company for you too!” He had said this because he had thought that he was a bad person to be with especially for her. He couldn’t help her out of her current dilemma just because he was stuck in the same ditch. He had giggled at her want to bath, and he thought about the big bubble bath she had once suggested, “Maybe you’d be able to bathe again after training!” He told her, fixing her armor. “There we go! All fixed!” He exclaimed, proud that he could at least help her out with her armor, “I think I have around four people!”

The shoulder squeeze and general understanding were about what Ira had expected from the son of Mars. He knew Collin wasn’t one to talk badly of others, that much had been obvious from the start, even when there was a good reason to do so. Not to mention it was their own friend’s father Ira was complaining about. Being listened to and not judged already meant a lot, so the legacy stepped closer and threw an arm around Cole’s neck. “Thanks.” A small smile made its way back on the shorter one’s face as Aurel’s dog was described, and he nodded appreciatively. “Labs are cute, yeah, they’re good ones. I’m not sure Hibi will be very patient with it, but he’s never aggressive so he’ll pretend to sleep to avoid the puppy at worst.”

Collin would always try to listen to his friend’s problems and woes but he had a hard time trying to advice them when they needed it. The lack of experience the male had sometimes overwhelmed him, he didn’t know how he lived this long. But he was glad that him listening was enough for his friend, Ira. It was all he could offer without him being a bad friend with bad advices. But when Ira had threw his arm around his neck, Collin felt surprised and took him long enough for him to settle that his friend just gave him a friendly gesture. “Oh! What breed is Hibi anyways?”

          he nodded. “right. but it still can’t be easy—what with all the new campers at camp and how the city is always so crowded now.”

“Um, excuse you?” Did this guy just ask her for pillows? What kind of a question was that? “Why do you need my pillows? What’s your plan with them.” She frowned.“Besides, they’re not really my pillows. I’m just visiting.”

The male just grinned when the female reacted to his odd question. He was supposed to repeat his request when the other followed up her own question. “Oh, uh, I was going to have a pillow fort back home and I was wondering if I could add more pillows without buying. I do promise to clean them after we’re done and if it’s not alright with you, then that’s okay too!”

The small and amused smile that came over her wasn’t something she consciously did, but it was hard not to find pleasure in Collin’s passion for pillow forts. “Marshmallows and friends? I’m pretty sure those are two off the most wonderful substances known to mankind. Put them together and there’s not telling what power they might hold.” His interest in a job was somewhat more intriguing to her, as it told her Collin had some for of work ethic. “What kind of job are you looking for? I might know some people.” As someone who was rather prominent during the last great prophecy, it was hard to not be well-connected in the world of demigods, and Annabeth was more than willing to use her ties to help out another. in addition, it would potentially help her keep an eye on Collin if she know where he was working and for whom he was working.

He was almost afraid that the female would think that him having a hobby for throwing pillow forts would seem ludicrous and childish. In a way it was, but Collin was still a child at heart refusing to grow up. He grinned as the female told him about the beautiful things that he did cherish in his life and nodded excitedly that the female understood it very well. “Yes, indeed! It is the best there is! You should come if you have time!” He invited the blonde, thinking that maybe she needed to destress and having marshmallow and friends would do the trick. Her question made him tilt his head in thought, unsure as to what his job would be. “I was thinking something easy... I mean,” Jobs weren’t easy and he knew that, he just had to rephrase his wording, “Something light loaded than the others, I guess. I still have training to do so I think maybe being a waiter or something like that.” He had explained, hoping the blonde would understand his sentiment. He was really keen on starting a new life - something that didn’t involve his name together with Octavian’s.

Before Bianca vanished from Nico’s life, she had been the one shouldering all responsibilities, making quite a carefree little boy of her younger brother who could focus entirely on Mythomagic-related collections. Once he had been left alone, though, Nico had taken on a lot more than he should and seen more than advised, which made a quiet life off-putting to him. He had no idea what he’d do if he wasn’t fighting for something. “I see. As long as you’re fine with the decisions taken by the Senate, I guess there’s no point in showing up there… Unless you love wearing a toga.”

Unlike the other male, Collin was an only child. Her mother’s dedication to Mars Ultor had made her feel like conceiving another was a betrayal to the god. So, he had not known how to be responsible in that sense but only responsible because his mother had kept him in check - doing chores when she asked him to or running errands when his mother was doing the chores. The male had preferred that kind of life than fighting. “I believe that the Senate is only making decisions that are best for Rome. I highly trust Miss Reyna and Mister Frank.”

Marlow sipped her coffee as she stared down the boy in front of her. What the hell kind of question was that? “Excuse me? You just walk up to someone and ask to borrow pillows? Who taught you how to interact socially so that I can punch them in the throat.” She took another sip of her coffee as she rolled her eyes.

As the woman turned to look at him, he knew he made the wrong choice of asking her. She didn’t seem like the type to brush his request off if she wasn’t feeling it but she was the type to bitch about it. Her words made him pout and even as he felt attacked he had already decided not to cry about it. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, I will go now. Thank you for your time.” He told the other, trying his best to walk away from the other.

Had it truly been that easy? Not that Basil had expected to be rejected in an abrupt way: from his observations, Cole was not a mean person, far from it. Even if he hadn’t been fine with the task, he would have let the new augur down as gently as possible. But winning him over ( in a completely professional way ) well, he had expected for it to take some more arguing and pleading than that. Obviously, he wouldn’t complain.

“Thank you, Collin, it really means a lot.” Though his shoulders had visibly relaxed, the son of Apollon’s speech remained courteous and affected. The habit of impeccable speech even transpired in his interactions with Aurel now, when he had known the Aquino twins for a dozen years. “I do not yet have a plan of how I wish to go about this. Do you still train regularly or have any obligations that bind you? If not, it would be easy to find periods of time where we can word together.”

Does that mean his old job was back? Or maybe the other simply just needed help. He would have to ask Reyna for permission, unless the other had already talked to her about this team up. And besides, he looked kinder than the previous augur but that didn’t mean he would talk badly about Octavian if the other asked him too. He also hoped that this collaboration would help them be friends and maybe he would understand why Octavian chose him.