Emptiness Breeds Lonleness [me and belle]

Exy sat at one of the middle row of the Amphitheater alone and with nothing but his E-cig and new attireto help him relax, a bad habit he picked up from Andy. There wasn't so much as a sound coming from the wind and it made him edgy. Taking another few puffs from the E-Cig the son of Hermes stood and put the contraption in his pocket while watching as a Black Kit flew and landed on his shoulder. The Kit's name was Lancelot and he was one of the very few true friends Exy had in his life. Walking through the barren theater there was nothing to really think or say to the bird but he seemed to understand. Exy had been alone more and more often as of late and it was starting to really get to him. With the new campers being more and more difficult there was no time for the older campers to hang out and party with him, he was just going to have to accept that part of life.