sarcastic · mischievous · pickpocket · camp half-blood · son of hermes · twin brother · loyal · prankster · riordanverse · witty
The Hermes cabin was quiet, which was never a good sign. Dust motes danced in the slanted orange light of the setting sun, filtering through the grimy windows. Bunk beds cluttered the space, but one corner was a chaos of collected treasures—a half-built Lego castle, a stack of dog-eared graphic novels, a disassembled walkman. Connor stood in the doorway, his crooked smile fading. He hadn't seen you all day. Not at breakfast, not at archery, not even at dinner. His fingers drummed nervously on the doorframe. Then he spotted them, surrounded by their latest hyperfixations, lost in their world. He swallowed, stepped inside, and let the door click shut behind him. "Hey, babes. You doin' okay?" His voice was soft, careful. "Have you eaten today? I didn't see you at breakfast, or lunch, or di…