#ininked

||  █ ▌— vil blinks in surprise upon seeing azul ashengrotto here. it’s... not what he had expected, but it was a pleasant surprise. azul was someone that vil tends to find reliable, if one knows how to speak with him, and if he simply must be stranded in a strange city with one of his fellow dorm heads, there are worse options indeed.

moreover, there’s a certain comfort in seeing a familiar face, even if not one he knows particularly well. this could be a good time to amend that, perhaps. he’s always been somewhat curious about azul, as well as the others in octavinelle ( though he lacks the overt fascination of, say, rook; curiosity is simply that ).

          ❝ Interestin’ coins you got there, eh? ❞ multi-green peers over a few he can see, almost as if inspecting them, before arms cross over his chest. ❝ Not like the gil I know, nor anythin’ here that I’ve seen used as currency. Is it from your own realm? ❞

||  █ ▌— it’s not as though floyd needs familiar faces around for comfort or anything like that. nothing so easy to navigate. it’s that this particular familiar face keeps things interesting for him. he doesn’t know how azul is faring, away from the school and out of his element, but he knows azul’s motives have likely not shifted here, and that he’ll almost certainly be out for personal gain regardless.

Oh, the dinosaurs were gone!

Voyager hadn’t even noticed when he had swapped islands. He hadn’t been planning to, anyway. He’d grown quite fond of the dinosaurs, but if they weren’t going to be there anymore, that was okay, too. He’d just spend time learning about this island now, too!

This was a lot sunnier, a lot more sand. It didn’t seem like there were any dinosaurs here, which was a little disappointing. That didn’t stop Voyager from humming to himself as he practically hopped along the beach, sometimes bursting into little fits of laughter as the waves broke too close and washed over his feet.

The only thing that drew him out of his focus on his little self-made game was the fact he’d finally spotted somebody else (he’d known there was no way this island was empty!), sitting a little way up from the beach, safely under the shade of the trees. They looked a bit ill-dressed for weather like this, but Voyager didn’t care!

His little hop path swerved so that he could join the man in the shade.

There was a coconut nearby. Voyager’s lips pursed in thought, and then --

-- after a bit of running back and forth, he had managed to lay out a series of palm leaves over the coconut in a bad mimicry of the stranger’s hat, and had now seated himself down in front of it, glancing from the coconut to the man and back to admire his work.

“Two!”

“Eh, it’s not good enough?” Galo cocked his head to the side, his plain white t-shirt not really up to par with the rest of the restaurant. The host looked him up and down with minor disdain, explaining to him that they expected some sort of dress code.

Looking like a kicked puppy, he scratched the back of his head and pulled out his phone. “I mean last time, you just told me I had to wear a shirt, right?”

“I definitely don’t mind whatever I gotta wear, but maybe you could, uh,” he held out his phone, “Look up what you think I should wear? I mean, I hear your pizza is really really good! Amazing, even!” The host didn’t take the phone, instead walking away to deal with other customers. Scratching the back of his head again, he sighed.

Reserved for you!

     “Such a waste of money,  and on something like that.  I wouldn't consider myself stingy but I really must question these humans and what they deem necessities...”

percy was, at the end of the day, not generally phased by what others might label as “strange”    —    how could he be    ?    not when his world was a hodgepodge of mysteries    &    magic    (    not when he grew up wandering the streets of new york city    ).    although, usually the sight before him would scream other things. aka: the immortal.    (    or, well, there’s the potential of a parent induced dress code he guessed. but that screamed old movies out of the early 1900s or something, right    ?    those silent black    &    white ones    ).    the demigod’s gaze locked onto the other    (    hopefully the same age. really he could not stress the “gods” thing enough    )   body with a tilt of the head. the pen twirled between fingers a contemplative habit hard to kick.