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Presley slipped Emma's glasses on and blinked until his vision became perfectly focused. "Woah, hey! We're the same prescription!" He told her excitedly, turning his head to find Emma already wearing his own glasses. They seemed to be a much perfect fit on her and he personally thought that it complimented her face very well. Thinking it was dumb to keep this inside, he thought out loud. "My glasses actually compliment your face very well. I think its the frame..or maybe I blessed it to make people look good." He soon regretted what he last said, thinking it was corny, but pushed it away. Maybe she would get a good laugh out of that. Presley only wanted to make her feel better than he had seen her before.

"I don't know if I've ever said this before in my life, but I think you look better with glasses than you do without." she had told him, and Presley replied with a wide smile. Yes! Someone finally agrees with him. It was becoming annoying to find people saying the exact opposite to him, and he loved that Emma wasn't like those people. "Oh man, I take that more than a compliment. I take that as a true and accurate fact." It was until Emma told him he was like a superhero that Presley looked at her dumbfounded. His mouth dropped, forming little 'o' and his brown eyes were widened. Blushing, he quickly fell out of his surprised stance. He's never really thought of himself as a superhero, especially during school. Not only did this make him feel cool, it also made him feel like he was actually a really good person. He knew that he wasn't a rebel or someone that is totally into breaking the rules, but he wasn't no angel either. Smiling again at Emma with a warm smile, he told her in a elated tone, "You seriously made my life, Emma Ryder. i've never thought of myself of a superhero...until now of course."

Presley listened to her and nodded as she continued to speak. Thoughts were rushing through his mind and his expression looked solemn and upset although he was perfectly fine. This was a tendency for him that he knew he had to stop doing. Whenever he was thinking, it looked as if he were confused, upset, or just plain worried, but he wasn't. It was a misleading flaw for him, but he couldn't help it. That's why he liked being alone a lot of times and drifted away from his group of friends when they were gathered together. He was always thinking..thinking thinking thinking..although this time he was absorbing Emma's words. Her words were clever, intelligent, and he never thought of the connection between them. This made him interested and he broke his solemn expression into a tight smile as soon as she was done. "I never really thought of that..although without my glasses I'm the totally opposite of tense and intimidating." He told her with a light laugh. "I guess I can be two different people, depending on if I wear my glasses then, right?" Presley has always been a fan of superheroes, even from a young age. Spiderman was his ultimate favorite, although he changed from time to time. Even though he owned more books than comic books, he still loved to read his favorite Marvel comics or DC comics during his free time.

"You make me feel safe." she heard him say, and Presley glanced at her with surprise. He did? Presley Callingham made this girl he just met feel safe? He felt mixed emotions, but he specifically felt that he was now obliged to keeping her safe and watching her back. The Son of Cratus, god of strength, most definitely did not look like your typical Cratus child, although he had the powers to be able to defend himself and others as well. "Well, just call me Clark Kent." He replied to her in a sincere tone with the shrug of a shoulders, his tight smile turning into a genuine one.

Hearing Emma call Presley 'Clark' made Presley grin, and thought of it as a nickname stuck for him only to be called by Emma. He thought of it as some kind of a special connection between the two, although they had only conversed with each other for a short time. He wondered when Emma pulled up her knees close to her chest, if she were feeling vulnerable or something. Wanting to make her feel somewhat better, he sat right next to her and copied her movements, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning his on his knees. This was an uncomfortable position to be in, but Presley just wanted to get a smile out of her or something. "How about we get to know each other then?" He asked her in reply to her stating they didn't really know anything about each other, which was very much true. They really didn't know each other other than that they knew each others name and they both wear glasses. That was pretty much it.

"Here, we can do...20 questions or something." Presley turned his body so that he was facing her, though he was still sitting in the same position that she was in. "I'll start," He thought about a question for a moment before finally deciding on one and asking her, "Who's your god parent?" That was the common question around Camp, from what he speculated after a dozen of conversations with other demigods.

"Ahh Zelos.." Presley was very intelligent in the subject of Greek Mythology. It was one of his favorite things to read, since he found them so bizarre and outrageous. He felt the irony of his speculations after finding out that he himself was a demigod, and hasn't read much of Greek Mythology ever since. Why read it when you're pretty much living in the life style of it? He could see Emma staring at him, as if she were waiting for him to say something else. "I know who Zelos is. His siblings, your aunt and uncle, were Bia, Nike, and...ah..." He squinted his eyes in thought, drumming his fingers on the ground while trying to remember the name. "Ah! Kratos." He said victoriously, glad to have remembered the name. He would of looked dumb if his mind went blank. "I'm the son of Cratus." He told her lamely as if it were a joke, which he thought it was.

He considered his god parent status as a goof, and knew majority of people thought so as well. Presley looked the complete opposite of what a Cratus kid looked like. He dared not to hang out with his half-siblings, knowing that they would make fun of him or tease about how he leaned toward the nerdy side than the athletic, and jock side. It felt like high school all over again. Presley wasn't a lanky kid, but he always thought that he was. He had a nice built to where he had (almost) defined bicep muscles along with a toned abdomen. Of course, his clothing style, which currently consisted of a yellow polo v neck and a dark blue cardigan with skinny beige pants, definitely disguised this Son of Cratus as a kid who seemed as if he were to be the son of Athena.

Presley knew his Dad would be disappointed in him. He could just feel the god of strength looking down at him with shame, thinking it was some kind of an embarrassment to him. He knew he wouldn't be the only kid who felt like this, yet he hasn't met anyone who did.

Presley was relieved that she didn't know who Cratus was, but then he realized that she must be waiting for him to explain to her. With a sigh, he replied to her in a dull tone. "He's the god of...well...strengthandpower." he mumbled the last words quickly and inaudibly, his cheeks flushing a little red with embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her reply that he knew he was going to expect. She would probably just stare at him, see if he was joking, then ask him again what he had just spoken. That was what the other kids would say and he heard it so many times that it just didn't seem to bother him anymore. The expected look on his face made him seem a bit annoyed or upset, but he was really just thinking again. He was thinking of what Emma was going to say and thought if he were just making a big deal out of it.

"Superman would so be a son of Cratus. It so works." she told him and Presley grinned at this. Beforehand, Presley was twiddling his thumbs in thought of what she was going to react. Presley's back began to ache in the position that he was sitting in, which was mirroring Emma's, and decided to just let loose. He let go of his knees and stretched them out before hand as he arched his back into a stretch. "Oh god, that feels good." He thought out loud, which probably sounded really wrong in the tone that he has spoken in, but he didn't care. It was only Emma around him, anyway. Presley sat up straight and smiled at Emma. "y'know, I kinda feel that we feel the same about our god parents. Like...we don't fit in. I mean, in my opinion, you don't look like someone who would be a kid of Zelos. I've passed by many of those kids and they are just..." What was that word again? He didn't want to insult her origin, yet the only words he could think of were not so pleasant. "...They just seem rough. Like very competitive." Presley thought that he shouldn't be talking either. Cratus kids weren't all that either. They were one of those people that were obsessed with their bodies, and worked out daily, and kept all these protein bars with stashes of bodybuilding magazines called Flex. The covers of the magazines grossed Presley out full on, but he wouldn't dare say that to their faces. It was already enough that they all hated him, why should he suffer another threat?

"My turn! Where are you from?" Presley could see Emma's face light up as she spoke that, her tone filled with excitement. He couldn't help but laugh at this, thinking it was a great idea that he started this. "I'm from New York City, New York. Pretty common right?" He wished that he were born in some other place than New York City. It could be anywhere, but just not New York City. Bad memories, and (some) bad people. His origins haunted him for the most, and he didn't like to talk about it, but he decided to just think of the positives. After all, he didn't want to be a debbie-downer.