like young volcanoes [wicked]

For once in his life, Fey Williams was awake. Well, as awake as he could be, which to some people was still half-asleep. Finally the demigod was getting out of this hellhole, finally, after so many months confined to the forests of camp he would be free. What was more, he was with one of his friends, and he could actually stand this person. Sebastian was good at pretending he liked people, he was good at pretending he felt sorry for them when they came to him about their woes and Oh Fey, please pity me! Seb scoffed at them behind their backs, but this friend of his wasn’t like that, or at least not yet anyways. But until that happened between the two of them Sebastian was happy to go along with any sort of quest or fun thing the other wanted. Today it was wal-mart. Fey wasn’t sure what they are going to do there exactly, but he would be dammed if he didn’t charm the pants off of at least one person there. That was one of his many goals today, although Sebastian made that his goal everywhere he went. The demigod liked to think he was Aphrodite sometimes, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom and playing with his hair, trying to get the light brown locks perfectly rugged looking. 

There was coldness seeping in from the cabin windows, and so Fey had dressed warmly. He wore a dark red cardigan over a black plaid shirt and dark jeans, with black combat books to match. When his hair had the perfect amount of messiness to it, the demigod went out into the living room, taking a detour into the kitchen and grabbing a red apple for breakfast. Sebastian hated green apples, he thought they tasted like shit and were much too sour. Red was sweet and soft. Fey sat in one of the many chairs, sticking his tongue out at anyone of his many cabin mates who walked passed him. No one really talked to him because he wasn’t really approachable. All the other children in this cabin were extremely dull and stupid, they didn’t do anything fun and so Sebastian had no problem giving them nightmares because it brightened up his night considerably. The only way Fey would talk to somebody is if they carried themselves well and weren’t extremely boring to the point where he wanted to stab them. Finally Sebastian heard three loud knocks on his door, signalling his friend’s arrival. He stopped throwing the uneaten apple in the air and opened the door.

“Dude, about time.” Sebastian greeted him. He was a total hypocrite, as he had never been on time in his life. Fey took a bite of his apple. “You ready?” He asked, the fruit still in his mouth. To say he was excited was an understatement. Maybe they could cause some havoc at the wal-mart, making the employee’s shout with frustration because they couldn’t figure out who was causing so much trouble. Fey brushed passed him, knowing that he would follow.

ooc- it's fine. fyi i forgot to mention, but you gotta call him fey or he'll chop baz's fingers off.