It was a wonderful late afternoon at the military camp of Camp Jupiter. The Barracks were reflecting the sunlight feebly, the red tiles glistening, and the air was smelling of warm muffins and coffee, as Laurent passed next to a cafeteria. He stopped next to it, and waited behind a pretty brunette dressed in a pair of black jeans and a violet Camp-shirt. While they both waited, he started flirting with her a little, and she answered,batting her eyelids, until her coffee was ready and she had to go. Laurent asked for a café au lait, like those he drinks when he's at his father's, in France, and sipped it while strolling down the Via Principalis.
The hot liquid tasted delicious, and he fully enjoyed it, waving at girls he knew and even winking to some. He stopped next to a group of five young ladies from various cohorts, engaged conversations and made them laugh while passing a hand through the thick honey-blonde waves of his hair. He knew the majority of the girls at Camp personally, and even though he was known to be a player, many girls still fell for him. He was generally considered as dashingly good-looking, with his wavy, ear-long hair that made Lares frown at him, his violet-blue eyes, rather tanned skin and definite features, plus of course his light yet clear French accent that made all the American or English girls go 'Aww, too cute!'.
Right now, he was wearing a trendy azure shirt and a pair of slim cream-white trousers, his gladius hanging at his side.
After several minutes of little talk, he air-kissed them all and continued his way, eluding the red flickering silhouettes of Lares as they passed him, and smiling at friends of his.
The hot liquid tasted delicious, and he fully enjoyed it, waving at girls he knew and even winking to some. He stopped next to a group of five young ladies from various cohorts, engaged conversations and made them laugh while passing a hand through the thick honey-blonde waves of his hair. He knew the majority of the girls at Camp personally, and even though he was known to be a player, many girls still fell for him. He was generally considered as dashingly good-looking, with his wavy, ear-long hair that made Lares frown at him, his violet-blue eyes, rather tanned skin and definite features, plus of course his light yet clear French accent that made all the American or English girls go 'Aww, too cute!'.
Right now, he was wearing a trendy azure shirt and a pair of slim cream-white trousers, his gladius hanging at his side.
After several minutes of little talk, he air-kissed them all and continued his way, eluding the red flickering silhouettes of Lares as they passed him, and smiling at friends of his.
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