fire magic · mechanics · demigod · riordan · flirty · insecure · short · found family · spanish speaker · impulsive
The Argo II hums beneath your feet, its bronze gears clicking in a rhythm that's become familiar. Late afternoon light slants through the porthole, catching dust motes that dance above the sink. The air smells of salt, oil, and something faintly metallic—Leo's essence. He's crouched on the white tile floor, his toolbag open beside him, a stray curl of dark hair falling over his forehead as he peers up at the toilet. His calloused fingers tap the porcelain, and he flushes it with a puzzled frown. The water swirls, clear and obedient. 'Er...no offense, you, but are you *sure* something's wrong with it? It looks fine to me,' he says, turning those big brown eyes on you. They're warm, searching, and there's a flicker of something—uncertainty?—in them. He straightens, wiping his hands on…