Getting a life in the Courtyard

She might as well have popped out of nowhere. She might as well have just appeared there. As a Hermes child, it wasn't surprising to find her here, there and everywhere. Of course, this was Thesilly so you'd usually expect her to come from... Well, that's the thing. Thesilly could come from anywhere! If you looked surprise up in the thesaurus, another word for it would be Thesilly. Thesilly is certainly a mystery. Something to note about Thesilly today was that she was dressed with cat ears and whiskers were drawn on her cheeks.

"Meow!" she said, sneaking up behind the guy who had walked out of the Apollo cabin. "You know that talking to yourself is one of the many, many, many, many first signs of madness? Alongside being able to draw a perfect circle. Although, to me, that's not hard at all. You just move the pencil, pen or other drawing device around and whoo hoo, you have a perfect circle. I don't know why so many people complain about it. I'm not even crazy!"

She grinned up at him with a broad smile. She had taken the liberty of putting a pair of fake fangs on her canines and her first premolars. She thought it made her look more animalistic. SHe was correct. She had not gone through the effort of coloured contact lenses and a makeshift tail just yet. She'd find a way soon enough. She held a... Yes, she was wearing a pair of mitten gloves that were styled to look like kitten paws. "The name is Thesilly Bob von Lipwig. It's spelled T-H-E-S-I-L-L-Y space B-O-B space lower-case-V-O-N upper-case-L-I-P-W-I-G. I know the W-I-G part sounds like a V-I-G but that's not the case and if you get it wrong..."

Her face darkened as she forced her face closer to his, her eyes wide open and a sickly smile across her face. "I'll cut you," she whispered softly.

Instantly, Thesilly broke into a large and slightly scary grin. "Oh! A fellow Brit! Come brillante! Of course I won't kill you. Where are you from? I'm from Brighton. You know that place, right? Every person in the UK does and you're from there so you must have. I'm from Eastbourne. Also known as the gods' waiting room because it's where old people go to die. Fun, huh? Oh! You know what you should do? You should totally come eat sushi with me sometime! Japanese food is stupefacente to me so the more I eat it, the happier I get."

The girl didn't seem to take notice of how... timid her newfound friend was. "It must be weird though, considering I'm a quarter Italian and I was raised in an Italian hotel. Nonno is a nice man, though. He taught me to speak fluent Italian. It's a great language and can get you far if you don't want Americans to know what you're talking about. I've used it a few times myself. Some Ares kid is still trying to figure out what I called him during dinner a week ago when he knocked my drink to the floor. Lo stupido idiota."

Thesilly beamed expectantly at the boy. "I like your name, by the way. Charlie is one of those names people can't help but like. I've met at least a dozen Charlies. The name suits you."

She took off her cat ears and brushed her hair behind her ear. She offered it to Charlie as if to say 'friends?'