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                 ❝   ----you okay ?  are you injured ?  ❞    the demigod sits down in front of the other , facial expression neutral though his tone carries worry and eyes inspect for any possible injuries. truth would be kristoph isn’t sure what he could do because he did not think of bringing his first aid kit this time. naive of him to think today would go peaceful.

‘   it’s not so bad outside.  especially out here with actual places to look around ----  not that it was boring back home!   i just think it’s easier to get lost here.  in a good way.    ‘

                                         ❝  i’d say sorry for the  gasoline  smell but i ain’t anythin’ close to  sorry.   ❞  although his clothes are dirty , covered by oil and gasoline , he is not complaining about them. this would be the only moment iustin wouldn’t mind the dirty clothes , the sticky feeling and intoxicating scent  :   this demigod literally plays with  fire  and has no  trouble  admitting it.

                                     ‘     YOU  LOST,  MISS  ?      ‘      LILTING  accent  c r e e p s  into  lightened  tones,  one  last  reminder  of  HOME  she  hadn’t  cared  to  leave  herself  d e v o i d  of.  curiosity  piques  as  she  sits  UP,  rope  dangling  from  callused  f i n g e r t i p s  as  her  face  tilts  up  &&  her  eyes  squint  against  the  MIDDAY  sun.      ‘      we  don’t  often  see  girls  like  YOU  ‘round  docks  like  this.      ‘       never  mind  that  ONCE,  she  had  seemed  just  such  a  girl  HERSELF.