#c:micky

“hey so.. how is that whole.. dex thing going.” ruby said, after finally catching up with micky. she’d spotted the other camper and made a bee line to ‘casually’ run into them. she spoke to micky in a hushed tone, not wanting any eavesdroppers to be able to hear what she was saying. dexter was already a hot topic. she was sure she wasn’t the only ares kid who had felt the eyes of other campers following them around as they just tried.. to live their lives as normally as possible.

there was also a bit of shame attached to asked for the favour ruby had asked of micky. or at least there was shame attached when it came to ruby; pretty damn near atheist for the child of a god. and yet, here she was. she didn’t have much hope that she’d get the news she wanted to hear. micky had been trying to contact her brother without much succes for so long now. and she would’ve told ruby if something had changed. but she just had to ask.

if there was one positive thing to come out of kiran’s doomed quest, it was the fact that friendships were no longer more of a one way street anymore. where he used to take the people around him for granted before, he now appreciated all the ones that still liked hanging out with him. of course that included micky. her.. distaste - if you could call it that - for anything ghostly wasn’t really a secret, and kiran liked to check up on her if he was passing her cabin anyways. or maybe that was just an excuse to socialize. either way, he was so used to ghosts hanging around, he barely noticed them anymore. death wasn’t something that really scared them. but both micky and his own sister seemed to have a more problematic relationship with the undead. 

“anyone need some ghost garlic.” he called out, knocking on the thanatos cabin’s front door. “i’m... at your service, or whatever.”