𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 / 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃. he arrived a mere half an hour ago, the drawn out bus drive meaning APOLLO was one of the last names to be crossed off the list at check-in. siblings splitting up to their separate room assignments, samson doesn’t waste time in dropping off his suitcase and taking a quick shower, feeling like a new person once he’s emerged free from the grime of over a day’s travel.
next on his mind : ask at the makeshift information desk in the lobby for sage’s room number to check that the idiot’s still alive, fuelled by bemusement that — out of everything to leave behind on campus — his friend left his phone. samson’s own mobile rings as he’s walking downstairs, and he’s in animated conversation when he rounds the corner to building’s entrance-hall to see the object of his search already there, shoulders loosening subtly at the sight.
❛ mom, can you give me one second ? i’ll call you back, i love you. ❜ certain he hasn’t been spotted yet, there’s a strong sense of vindictiveness ( a trait not usually associated with the son of apollo ) to movements as he silently crosses the room, light on his feet until he’s close enough to wrap the elder up in an almost too-tight hug from behind with all his body weight, breaking the quiet with a purposefully loud ‘ SAGE ! ’ by his ear at the same time.
[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @eusage * ]
