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“I’ve done more than enough dining and dashing in my life to want to continue to do it.” He wanted to be offended that Dirk would DARE call him “straitlaced”. He had stolen (and probably would continue to steal) many things in his life. Especially as a demigod. But he couldn’t. Not really offended anyway. He managed to dig up ten bucks in American dollars from his belt, as well as three dollars in change.
“Think we can get a decent drink for $13?” He raised an eyebrow at Dirk, then looked back at his belt. “Tell me you have gift cards in there, oh magic belt!” He stuck his hand back in, going almost comically elbow deep as he tried to find a Starbucks gift card. He withdrew a $50 one with a note from his step mother, and quickly shoved it back into the belt. “All things come with a cost, and I am not interested in whatever price that would require.”
Well, $13 would still get them a decent drink from Dunkin Donuts at least.
“Festus, you stay here out of sight, ok, buddy/ I promise I’ll come back with hot sauce for you. Hey Dirk, you should try to feed him, I promise he won’t eat you.” That would put a damper on things, having his friend get eaten by his other friend. A real mood killer.
“As for Harley, I’m sure it’s a first name. But also, I uh. I didn’t spend a lotta time with everyone. Worked day and night on the Argo II. Kinda meant not dealing much with my siblings or the camp in general.” Always the outsider. “It might not bounce you terribly hard. You just, wouldn’t be able to pass. Or we might not find it. It’s supposed to turn mortals around. Though we did supposedly have a very confused pizza guy come through camp once.”
He kind of wishes he hadn’t lost so much of his memories of the island. But he knew enough to know Dirk, and that seemed to be enough for him for the moment. “Next time just punch a tree or something. Not me. I’m just skin and bones. A hard enough punch could break my weak ass bones.” Not really. He had been thrown off the Grand Canyon and hadn’t even broken a single bone. He had been launched into the air and landed quite painfully into Calypso’s table without breaking anything. One punch wouldn’t even do anything to him except get him to complain.
It's so cute the way Leo almost seemed offended by the accusation. As if Dirk would really be serious about something like that with him. But only one of them was fretting about funds to pay for stuff, and it wasn't him. He is about to answer the question when the belt is plumbed for a gift card, which is apparently rejected on the basis of whatever had come with it. He doesn't what the price is either, but he is more than willing to respect that sort of decision. "Yeah. Unless you're planning on getting something gold plated, I think we can scrounge something drinkable up."
"But does *he* promise he won't eat me?" This is mostly just to give his friend a hard time. If Festus is said to be safe, he's safe. He trusts that much. And he very much would like to feed the dragon. "As long as there are pictures of me doing it so I can gloat to my friends. Otherwise, what's the point?"
He shrugs. "Hmm. I was looking for a surname. It was a long shot anyway. But one thing I've learned about the multiverse is you never know what's going to pop up where. Or who. Guess we'll see if I'm at least as worthy as a random pizza guy."
Maybe it's because they were fresher or the fact memory is practically all he is made up of now, but his own are fairly clear and apparently more complete than Leo's. He isn't insulted by things being forgotten. Some of the best people he knows have spotty memories. "Untwist your panties, bro. I'm not going to punch you hard enough to break your weak ass bones. Trees aren't nearly as satisfying." He has no reason to attempt such a punch, even if he believed in the melodramatics being presented to him.
