Football vs Rugby (Private to Welsh)

Running a hand through his blond messy hair, Mitchell stepped out of the Apollo cabin ehind one of his sisters. With a wave, he watched her as she headed towards the ampitheatre where she would be having a muscial jamming session. That's all his siblings seemed to do; listen and play music. He would join her normally but today, he didn't feel like it. He wanted to just...walk around maybe. Run into someone he knew.

Wearing a orange camp shirt and a pair of board shorts that reached down to his knees, Mitchell started to walk in the direction of the beach before someone called out. Like the other Demigods that were taking up the courtyard, he stopped and turned, suprised to find that it was he that was being called.

Out of intrest and curiousity, Mitchell walked towards the boy, taking in his slightly shorter frame, skinny build and dark brown hair. Cute. Mitchell's hair used to be that colour...well, until he had dyed it back to his natural blond, that was. He raised his eyebrows aas he listened to the boy speak, his mouth twisting up into a smirk. "Um...I don't really know how to play..." Mitchell told the boy, stopping when he was about a metre away. His English accent sounded very thick in comparison to the American's. "I mean, I prefere rugby rather than your...crap sports." He teased, making it obvious that he wasn't attempting to offend the boy with his opinions.

Mitchell's eyes turned dangerously narrow as the boy started to diss him. Alright, maybe he had brought it on himself but there was no reason for the boy to go that far. He could get all violently offensive too, if he so wished but Mitchell wasn't like that; he didn't like to hurt people's feelings.

"Gov'nah? Really? You can't get any more unoriginal then that?" He sighed, catching the American ball in his hands and turning it over in them, his blonde hair getting in his bright green eyes as it was pretty long at the moment. "But, then again, you are American. You all lack in brains." He shot, winking before tossing it back to the boy, suddenly wishing to be back in Engald, playing rugby. He used to go down to Wales alot also, seeing as rugby was the heart of Wales, along with music. He hated America, and longed to be back in Britain. Especially when he ran into people like this; being steriotypical.

Biting his lip for a moment longer, Mitchell shrugged and brushed off the topic like Trenton had, catching the ball easily In his hands. "Forget it. I'm Mitch." He introduced, throwing the ball lightly back to Trenton.

With a sloppy smile plastered on his face, Mitchell felt more comfortable as the topic went to something he was into. "Yeah, rugby Is very fun. Loads of hot guys chasinng eachother, getting sweaty and trying to get eachother down on the ground. What else could someone want?" He laughed, blushing slightly as he wondered if Trenton was going to reply with a homosexual joke.

Blinking for a moment as he processed what Trenton had said, Mitchell soon burst into a fit of violent laughter, knowing that he wouldn't have had the balls to say something like that to someone he had only just met.

Stepping forward so he was closer to Trenton, Mitchell grabbed his hand and shook it gently, perhaps holding it longer than necssasary before flicking his long blond hair from his bright green eyes, pulling his hand back to his side quickly and awkwardly. "I might consider American football then, if they're all running around in tights." He laughed.

Mitchell's grin dissapeared from his face as soon as Trenton made his last statement, replaced with a frown and a blush. Very slowly, the corners of Mitchell's mouth twitched up into a shy smile. "Thanks." He mumbled, for one of the rare times in his life was he actually shy.

Smacking Trenton on the stomach lightly, he snatched the ball from the other boys grasp, throwing it high in the air before catching it again. Looking challengingly at the other boy, Mitchell winked. "Come and get it, Lover boy." He called huskily, ready to run around Trenton. "That is, if the idea of tackling me won't turn you on." He teased.

When hearing a loud THUD, Mitch skidded to a halt and quickly turned, finding Trenton lying on the ground, looking like he was in pain. Mitchell couldn't stop a quick laugh escaping his lips for a moment before he bit his tongue, dropping the American ball and jogging over to the other Demigod.

"Hey, you alright?" Mitchell asked, extending his hand down to the boy for a help up, slightly blinded by the mess of blonde hair that was getting in his green eyes. "See, a rugby player would have been able to avoid falling..." Mitchell trailed, laughing at his joke slightly as he tried to ease the awkwardness that hung in the air.

Able to wrap his arms around Trenton just In time so he wouldn't collapse on the ground or something, Mitchell's piercingly green eyes studied this other boy for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitching up into a amused smirk, flicking his head to the side to get his blonde hair away from his eyes.

Keeping his old on this other boy and keeping his against Mitchell, Mitchell didn't say anything else and wasn't going to release Trenton until he knew that he didn't need. to be checked out at the Infirmary or something. "Are you sure you're okay?"