tucked in a comfortable corner within one of the many libraries that the house provides, casimiro balances a book on his knee, eyes scanning the pages, his free hand taking down notes. every now and then, he'll spin the pen between his fingers, humming to himself when he finds something exceedingly interesting. let's face it, most of the books in here are interesting to him. knowledge is power and power is something that he likes.
he turns the page and yawns, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth when he looks up and notices percy walking into the room. he grins to himself. matteo keeps a lot close to his chest and, as he's experienced, misinterprets a lot of information through a lens of his choosing—mostly one in which people only want him for one thing.
"hello, percy." casimiro says when the son of apollo is close enough. "need a study buddy? i'm just reading books on love and sex magic and how to counter it."
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