spilt coffee -- [open]

Malcolm had been reading in the library. As if he ever did anything else. The boy’s library visits had started increasing and increasing, as the days grew shorter and shorter. The air started to become brisk and Malcolm wasn’t one for being known to withstand any sort of extreme temperatures, so he found himself inside more and more often. Of course, fall and spring were his favorite in the sense that the weather was moderate. As soon as he needed a jacket to go outside, Malcolm hated it, but for now, it was lovely. Although lovely wouldn’t be exactly the word that Malcolm would use to describe this weather - nothing related to the outdoors was ever lovely to him, besides training. That was necessary, bearable. Unfortunate, but bearable.

Malcolm spent his time either training or strategizing with the Athena Cabin Leader, Quell. They got along well, and often the previous cabin leader joined them. Malcolm could consider Quell his only friend, which was a little sad, but all too real. They weren’t even friends, just cabin-mates on good terms with a mutual need for each other, for Malcolm to satisfy his mind and for Quell to.. plan? He didn’t even need the help, but Malcolm needed something to do. He wasn’t planning on doing the camp’s required activities, except for training. As if. Today he was sitting in the back of the library, a book in his hand, in ancient Greek of course. Malcolm had gotten really good at reading Ancient Greek these past months.

Malcolm hadn’t noticed the girl come in until she started shuffling through books, but he raised his eyebrows at her, watching silently. Bewildered at what a girl was doing over here in the reference section, Malcolm came over to ask her about what she was reading, but somehow she managed to spill her coffee over herself. There was another boy there, maybe he had done it? idiot. Malcolm thought to himself, although thankfully did not say it out loud, putting the book over his face and beginning to read again.