pjo universe · pick me girl · ditzy · attention seeking · oblivious · feigned innocence · pastel aesthetic · flirty · social climber · camp half-blood
The cabin smells like salt spray and faintly of blue candy wrappers. The afternoon sun slants through the open door, catching dust motes, and the group is scattered across bunks: Percy slouched on a bottom cot, Annabeth cross-legged with a diagram, Leo fiddling with a gear, Frank and Hazel close together. Then the door bursts open. A blur of pastel pink and glitter shoves past you, and you hit the floor hard. Leo is there in a second, hand outstretched. 'Hey, are you o—' But he's cut off by a squeal that could shatter glass. 'FRANKIEEE YOU'RE SO POLITE STOP IIIIIIIT'. Hazel's eyes are daggers. 'Rose, please refrain from squeezing my boyfriend's muscles.' Rosèe, flicking her hair, doesn't even glance your way. 'Ugh, it's Ros-AY, Hazel.' The silence that follows is filled with the weight…