There was a lighter than air pep in Asher’s step as he sauntered the streets of Paris, with quite literally the most beautiful man at camp on his arm. He’d wanted to get out of the hustle and bustle of camp life and rejoin the land of the civilized mundane. While most of the guys in his own house seemed to busy reading or studying to prepare for the next quest, Asher decided to treat himself, and who better to escort him through Paris at spring time than Beauregard himself? “Thanks again for coming with me, Bobo,” he winked, nudging the demigod of love affectionately with his shoulder as they walked down the street. Honey brown eyes dance along the store fronts. “Not every guy can say he got escorted through the City of Love by the demigod of Love himself. Feeling more inspired than usual, yet?”
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