In addition to Marion having to move into camp, he had packed articles of clothing which he had thought to have been strictly necessary to bring along. Of course, his number one rule of presenting yourself in public is to always dress as sharp as possible; But with a training facility for demigods? Well, this just didn't seem like the case.
In the course of 3 weeks, a quarter amount of his outfits had already been:
- Dosed in a heap of water, and shrunken.
- Shred to pieces from swordplay training.
- Splashed with mud around his first Capture The Flag game.
- Had ceased to even look good anymore.
With that, he had run short of outfits to choose from. Not wanting to walk around bare naked, he had decided to take a visit to the Camp Store, where he would possibly regret taking his first steps in.
The first clothes on a rack that he had spotted were common tee shirts with quite the cheesy punchlines, like "Monsterific!"
Marion was shuddering for just a bit before he headed over to the graphic tee shirts with cartoon depictions of various gods, with subtitles that say "I am a child of ______!"
He just stood there, glancing at the light pink shirt, dedicated to the children of Aphrodite and caught himself twitching just a bit.
"Oh... this is going to be a terribly long day.
Everything in the store consisted of things his father would have worn during his days in college, and things his father would try to give him as an excuse of a birthday present.
Marion felt his insides hurt just a bit and let himself turn away before he could possibly commit self combustion.
"Just get a simple shirt, and a pair of jeans. You will be okay, you will be okay."