today i don't feel like doing anything --- [open bro]

Sebastian loved lazy days. He loved the feeling of warmth spreading throughout his body as he just did what he wanted. Screw everybody else. Fey lived for the days, which was usually everyday in his book, where he could just lie low and stay in bed, which was what he was doing until very recently. The day so far had consisted of marathoning Walking Dead, sleeping, and petting Lego. When consulted about why he was being a lazy ass and why he was staying in bed all day instead of contributing to the camp, Fey merely replied that he was spending time with his cat, who didn’t have many more days left on this earth. This wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth. Sebastian just needed a day off.

Unfortunately, his stomach didn’t, and Fey had forgotten to horde granola bars and Gatorade beneath his bed. He was hungry, and the only place he could get food was the mess hall. So he quickly put on a captain america shield shirt and some dark washed jeans. He really shouldn’t have dressed as nicely as he did, because jeans weren’t exactly lazy day material, but Fey would be damned if he saw someone he knew there and he wasn’t dressed for success. On his way to the mess hall he grabbed a jacket, put on some shoes, and petted Lego on the head. 

Once he got there Fey went straight for the hamburgers and fries they were serving for lunch. The mess hall was almost deserted, save for a boy who was sprawled along a table. Sebastian felt brave and not as hostile as he could have been, and decided to sit next to him while he ate lunch. “I’m here, which is good because if I wasn’t I’d be hopelessly confused. Fey Williams, egotistical jerk and demigod extraordinaire at your service.”

Gods, this food is horrible. Fey thought as he ate a half warmed fry. Maybe it was because the afternoon lunch rush had already passed and so the food that they did have was going to be less than satisfactory, or maybe it was because he was used to better foods, but Sebastian thought that the cooks could do better than this. The hamburgers, at best, were mediocre, but he didn’t complain. It was rude to comment on food that you didn’t make yourself and that other people had made for you to eat, so he kept his mouth shut and chewed on his slightly rubbery food. The other boy - Tobias - seemed to enjoy it and licked his lips when Fey sat down. He smirked as the other boy introduced himself. “Bummer. And here I was thinking we could go cow tipping right this very instant, but you’re not up for service…” 

While he ate his food, Fey decided that he liked Tobias. He hadn’t known the teenager for even five minutes, but he could tell that given time they could become best friends without much effort. Sebastian didn’t like effort, and he didn’t like getting attached to people because he always lost them, but this wasn’t going to become anything more than a friendship. “Yeah sure.” Sebastian said, passing the ketchup over to Tobias after putting some on top of his fries. Fey noted the other demigod’s attire, rolling his eyes and smirking. “Wow, cookie monster pajama pants, very intimidating.”

Fey shoved a couple of fries into his mouth, trying to ignore the starchy consistency and the odd texture. They were good fries, and so it was the texture more than anything else. He nodded towards Tobias’ comment, swallowing hard. “Can’t argue with that.” The demigod had a weird eating schedule, mostly revolving around his sleeping schedule. Sebastian slept most of the time and ate when he was awake, which was normally at some ungodly hour like 2 or 3 a.m. Being the kind and glorious gentleman that he was, Fey usually didn’t stray from his cabin to indulge in his very early morning snacks, rather eat some of his own hoarded food or steal some other unlucky campers. They never found out and even if they did Sebastian had ways of not letting them find out. Fey looked at Tobias again, raising an eyebrow and smirking as the boy practically shoved the burger and fries into his mouth.  “Don’t you know the meaning of chew your food? God damn.” The boy remarked. But he was practically laughing with joy. It wasn’t everyday you met someone who was just as egotistical and rambunctious as you were. 

Sebastian liked how deserted the lunch room was. Usually the boy preferred loudness over quietness, but not today. A lazy day required soft light and soft words, like no matter where you went there was a blanket covering you that censored everything that was over a certain volume. It was what made today such a perfect day to stay inside playing with your cat or coming here and eating a cold lunch of fries and ketchup and burgers. Fey laughed softly at Tobias’ remark. “Oh yeah you have ‘stay away from me or I’ll chop your perky little head off’ written all over you. Very intimidating.” Taking another bite of his fries, Sebastian leaned on his head and closed his eyes, resting for a moment on this perfect lazy day.