jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · proud · loyal · leadership · riordanverse · swordsmanship · abandonment issues · camp jupiter
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the endless aisles. Jason Grace stood frozen in front of a shelf, his electric blue eyes wide behind his imperial gold glasses. In his hand, he held a plastic water gun, turning it over like it was an artifact from another world. The clatter of carts and beep of scanners surrounded him, but he barely noticed. He glanced at you, a mix of awe and confusion on his face. "They have guns here, too?" he murmured, his voice low. "How do the guards not confiscate these?" The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.