Oh nice to meet you. (Ninja)

you've gotta swim,

Swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive you gotta swim and swim when it hurts the whole world is watching you haven't come this far to fall off the earth---------------------------

Lykos was contemplating what to do on this fine day. The sun was shining per usual, and a light breeze wafted through the camp. Perfect weather for being outside, in his opinion. A few clouds were dotted around, which could turn into pretty heavy rain, so Lyle began to plot out what to do. First, he would spend as much time in the water as possible, whether that be surfing, swimming, diving, anything. It was rare to see Lyle out of the Infirmary, and even rarer to see him out of water. After that, he would check in on the kids in the infirmary, see if they needed any help with the workload. Providing nothing else needed to be then done, he finally decided to finish the day off with a video game or two. Lykos always did like to be prepared.
Walking into the mess hall, Lykos' gaze diverted directly to the food, and I swear he almost started drooling. So much choice. So high a nom factor. He wiped some sleep out of the corner of his cornflower blue eyes, letting out a yawn as he shuffled towards the table, following his nose more so than his eyes. However, he didn't quite reach the table. Instead, he bumped [[literally]] into a girl who looked a little cooler than him. He fell backwards, feeling a sharp pain as his butt hit the floor.
"Ouch. . ." he mumbled under his breath, his groggy brain trying to process what had just happened. Hadn't he been stood up a minute ago? He saw the culprit of the mishap, who was offering him cleaning utensils. Obviously she was a lot more awake than Lyle was. He gave her a nod of thanks, his vocal chords not quite warmed up, and began to dab at his not-so plain white shirt. Boy, maple syrup was a whore to get out. Too tired to even bother, he was glad he had just shown up in his scruffier clothes, instead of bothering to dress in something proper. Oddly, around the girl who knocked him over, this made him feel slightly self conscious.
"You need some help?" he asked, making a move to aid her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm Lyle, by the way. You?"

you've gotta swim,

Swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive you gotta swim and swim when it hurts the whole world is watching you haven't come this far to fall off the earth---------------------------

"No, believe me, it was my fault. I swear, I'm just so unresponsive in the mornings! The amount of times I've crashed into innocent Hermes campers pre-eleven am is just. . . Well, if I had a zloty for every time it occured, I'd be one rich camper." he laughed lightly, as he assessed the damage to her shirt. An idea popped into his head, as he remembered something his mother used to do. "Be right back!"
He jogged over to the kitchen, and inquired if they had any bicarbonate of soda, a key ingredient in any baking. They handed what little they had over to the boy, questioning his motives. He simply shrugged, heading back to Brett.
He watched her become increasingly frustrated with the stain, smiling sympathetically as she threw down the towel [[or what was left of it after her scrubbing.]]
"Here, try this." he handed her the small amount of powder, generally used for cooking. However, it had cleaning properties too. He was sure of it, and he was ridiculously domesticated. He stood back and looked at her, brushing some pancake crumbs off of his shorts. Admittedly, she was kind of pretty, even though he hated to admit it in a situation like this. Wouldn't that be a story to tell the grandkids? 'Well, I met your grandmother when she crashed into me with a plateful of pancakes, then struggled to get the maple syrup out of her jersey.' They'd only just met, and Lykos was thinking about grandchildren. It was times like this that he creeped himself out. A lot.

you gotta swim,

swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive you've gotta swim and swim when it hurts the whole world is watching you haven't come this far to fall off the earth---------------------------

His grin spread even wider, almost reaching from ear to ear. He loved helping people; it was in his healing nature. It faltered slightly, however, when she asked him about his parent.
"Uhh. . . Well. . . I'm not sure. Yeah, been at camp for two years but no-one's claimed me yet. I think it's something to do with healing though, 'cause I have mad medical skills. Definitely not Apollo though, 'cause I'm more tone deaf than the girls who sang "Hot Problems" he laughed at his own little attempt at a joke. [color=#483D8B]"But Zeus, woah. Wouldn't that make you sort of a princess then? Being the daughter of the king of the Gods. You certainly look like one." a red flush began to creep across his cheeks, embarrassed by his 'forward' behavior. He never was good with interacting with fully-conscious people. Most people he came into contact with were either mortally wounded, too concerned about their injuries to take notice of their medic, or unconscious. He didn't meet a lot of conscious people, never mind conscious girls. He never was overly-good at socializing with the opposite sex, especially pretty ones. Oh well, as Timone and Pumba so famously said "Hakuna Mattatah". Might as well give it a shot; who knows where it may lead?

you gotta swim,

swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive you've gotta swim and swim when it hurts the whole world is watching you haven't come this far to fall off the earth---------------------------

He let out a sigh when she denied her royalty. Even if they had just met, she still looked like a princess to him. He should be allowed to think what he may. She was certainly nice enough to be a princess, although some princesses could be proper b-
He snapped himself out of his selfcontained monologue, reminding himself not to argue within his own head when he had company.
I'm sorry about your breakfast. Those pancakes looked reaaaallly delicious." he stretched out the really, remembering the sweet scent that was wafting over from the table. He'd forgotten his hunger, and one thing that was more important to Lyle than saving people's lives always had to be food. Thinking on, he realised that Brett was probably hungry too. Why else would she plate up? "Hey, speaking of pancakes, d'you wanna go grab some more? No offence, but you don't know what's been on this floor." Of course Lykos would think about hygiene. Salmonella wasn't a type of salmon, you know.

you gotta swim,

swim for the music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive you've gotta swim and swim when it hurts the whole world is watching you haven't come this far to fall off the earth---------------------------

A bright pink flushed over Lyle's cheeks, as she asked him if he knew how nice he was.
"A few people have mentioned it..." he admitted, the pink creeping into tones of a darker red. He was happy she thought he was nice; he often strove to be as kind as possible. Too many people in this world thought it was okay to be complete jerks to each other. Thankfully, his mother had lectured him onto the straight and narrow road to golden behaviour. His blush subsided when he heard her tummy rumble hilariously loud. It was like some old cartoon. He followed her to the queue and grabbed a plate himself, stacking it ridiculously high with the sugary pancakes, drizzling ample syrup over them, and sprinkling a selection of berries on top. He prided himself in his appetite; he always managed to eat stuff that tasted good. His brow furrowed when she asked him the question about where to sit. "Huh. I dunno. What about on your table, seeing as mine's full enough as it is?" he suggested, jerking his head towards the over-crowded table filled with Hermes kids and his fellow unclaimed brethren. Yeah, there seemed to be a lot more space on her table than his.