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I'm Bored
- in pavilion eating
Dewy: I'm bored. The undercooked potatoes slowly turn upside down inside his mouth as he wistfully eats his food. Head in his hand, he watches other tables laughing and talking, all looking quite tragic in their outfits. Nothing felt quite like the disaster that is him re-wearing clothing for the first time, however. He knew things would be hard, but not this hard. Both boredom and distaste nags at him. "Ugh, this camp," he complains. Also, when is he going to fight something?
Haven: He had his food but hasn’t even eaten it yet, quite bored and wanting to go do something. He noticed Dewy all alone, and decided to go talk to him. He walked over to dewy, food plate in hand. “Hey, you look bored. I’m bored too, maybe we can sit together and norm be bored anymore?” He asked
Dewy: Dewy looks up at the unfashionable rule breaker. "Isn't it..part of the rules to sit apart? Won't a harpy eat us? That's what someone told me?" Then again, who would eat his own cute face. He shrugs. "Well alright, be my gust. I was just thinking about how I haven't been able to fight a monster yet. Isn' that so lame? I'm sure everyone must think I'm a wuss, but let me tell ou, I am not." He smiles. "Oh, I'm Dewy by the way. Clearly, from the table I chose to sit at, I'm a son of Notus. He's a wind guy, which is pretty cool. I reckon I get my flyness from him, haha."
Haven: Haven sat down and just listened to Dewy ramble before speaking up, “I’m Haven, son of Plutus.” He said, taking a bite of his food. “Maybe you’re just not ready to fight yet, you might need some More training,” he told Dewy. “I’ve fought a monster before, and it’s not that it’s all cracked up to be. Its terrifying, and you could die at any moment.”