some short things i wrote featuring some demigods. my only rule was that it should start and finish with someone saying a thing~
“Michelle, Michelle! Look! I got a new tattoo! Wanna see?” Johnny, not even waiting for a reply, pulls his shirt halfway up to show the brand new tattoo on his back. Michelle plops one more strawberry into her basket before admiring it. “It looks cool, right!”
“Still! You have to deal with needles and things.” She squints for bit. “Oh no.”
“Oh no?”
“Johnny, I’m so sorry but...but,” Her voice wavers. “I-I think it’s misspelled. I’msosorryforpointingitoutpleasedon’tbehurt.”
“What? Really?” Johnny cranes his head, trying to see the tattoo. He tries a couple of more times after failing...and he does not look like he would stop trying.
“Oh no, please don’t do that. There’s a mirror in my cabin. I’ll show you.”
“No, it’s fine!” Johnny pulls his shirt down and beams up at her. “It’s okay. It still looks pretty cool!”
“It does, actually.”
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“So, can you...drink this entire bottle of vodka?”
Rodrigue takes a step back when he sees the glare Sofia gives him. He hugs the bottle of vodka close to his chest. Sofia is still glaring at him.
“What kind of stupid question is that?”
“It’s not stupid. It’s valid.”
“Is it because I’m Russian?”
Rodrigue takes another step back. “Y-yes…?”
“That is a stereotype.” She is still glaring at him.
“Okay, whatever. So...can you...do it??”
Sofia pauses for a second then grabs the bottle and twists it open. “Of course, I can. I’m Russian.”
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“Just one more episode, babe.”
“That’s what you said 45 minutes ago!”
Ava wraps her arms around Jasper and pouts at him. But all she gets is a quick kiss on her forehead.
“It just got interesting! I promise; just one more episode.”
She groans as she sits up and pushes the blankets off the both of them. Unfortunately, Jasper still does not budge. “I wanna do something else.”
“Okay,” he says without looking at her. “What do you want to do?”
Ava pouts at him again but she grins at an idea. Her hand slides down his torso, a bit lower, under the waistband of his pants. Finally, Jasper sets his phone down. Ava smiles sweetly back at him.
Jasper’s mouth quirks at the corners as he puts his phone away. “Yeah, we could do that.”
