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Of all the times for his sword to break - it had to in the middle of training. He sighed, walking, head down, over towards the Hephaestus cabin and the forge. 

Hermes had been following this demigod for a while now but he had kept his distance while he had made sure that there wasn't any monsters near of them. His plan wasn’t to bring trouble for this boy, he just wanted to talk to him since he had been resurrected. For him, a god who is used to run between mortal world and the Underworld, it was normal but he was actually interested how it affected to demigods. After all, it wasn’t usual that demigods were brought back to life. The god made last glance to the surroundings before he stopped his steps and leaned against a wall, keeping his eyes on the demigod. “Hello, Leo. Or should I say, welcome back?”

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It was a nice day at Camp Half-Blood, as always, and Sam was enjoying this free period, hands plunged in his pockets, and humming something slightly off-key. However, he wasn’t actually concentrating where he was going, so, as he walked past the Hephaestus cabin, he caught a lung-full of steam and smoke from the outside forge, and coughed hard.

       Will’s statement is met with the biggest fake pout Leo can possibly accomplish, although he has to fight the effort to laugh at the comment.

       “Wiiiiill. It’s almost the holidays.” December has just barely started, but details, details. That is almost the holidays, in Leo’s opinion. “Y’know, goodwill and cheer and terrible sweaters and stuff. Emphasis on goodwill and cheer.” The terrible sweaters are a key component too, but not when he’s being snarked at. Instead of doing the proper thing, which is probably ‘stop being annoying’, he reaches into his sweater pocket and pulls out some mistletoe ( which he was supposed to put up somewhere yesterday, and instead shoved into his pocket and forgot about— whoops ), and tosses it in Will’s direction.

       “But I mean, if you’re gonna make remarks like that, you should at least have the means to follow through with them.” Okay, now he can’t help cracking a grin.

"Almost the holidays- you know what that means for me, Leo? It means having the infirmary loaded with people who drink too much eggnog and eat too many gingerbread men at once and proceed to either send themselves into a sugar coma or violently vomit up their insides if the eggnog is left out too long. It also means keeping an eye on the Stolls and cracking down on their annual tradition of sneaking booze into camp to make their own special version of eggnog, since not only is it illegal, it's also dangerous considering we have a climbing wall, harpies, and a forest filled with monsters. So excuse me if I'm not filled with goodwill and cheer yet, I'm just looking forward to the future and am preemptively getting bitter." He really does like Christmas, don't worry, Leo; the people in camp are just idiots and tend to ruin part of the fun aspect for him.

                ❛ someone told me you have a dragon. for a PET. ❜