Elizabeth's Bunk

As Stephen walked through the courtyard, he was peeking into cabins, sometimes entering. The children of Ares almost made him a part of the soil, the children of Aphrodite almost seduced him into stripping. Which cabin would be next? Stephen decided to peek inside of a cabin that looked... Dark. It looked like Thanatos' cabin, but he knew better. He hasn't explored this one yet. A demigod with only bottom pajama pants on would usually be odd... Especially if he enters another God's cabin. Stephen crept up to the door and slowly opened it, the screen pressing against his face.

Stephen nearly pissed himself when Elizabeth came into view. He wasn't equipped with any armor, ant weapons, anything at all. If you counted his pants as being a weapon, sure. As soon as she walked away, he relaxed, his hand moving away from his crotch. He had reflexively protected that spot first. Stephen entered the cabin, slightly embarrassed as he crossed his arms to cover his bare chest. "Comic books huh?"

Stephen smirked, wondering what other things could be her guilty pleasure. A tint of red occupied his cheeks as she asked him about the whereabouts of his shirt. A daughter of Aphrodite had persuaded him to strip his shirt off. Only after the children's giggling had he managed to break out of his trance and run out of the cabin. Besides, the children of Ares had ripped it while they were trying to feed him a knuckle sandwich. "Oh, my shirt's dirty. Besides, shirts are... Overrated."

Stephen looked up at the ceiling, trying to find some sort of nook or cranny to focus on. Usually when a person focused on something like that, everything else seemed unimportant, like the whereabouts of his shirt for example. Although this technique worked 80℅ of the time, he could feel his cheeks becoming hot with embarrassment. "Uhm... Well... I was... I happened to be in the neighborhood and... I thought... It'd be nice to visit you." Right. Visit. Totally.

Stephen's cheek felt like they were going to melt. Zeus, strike me with lightning. He felt as though even his father, Triton, was laughing at him. Stephen was goad that it was warm in the cabin. Well, it was warmer than being outside. "Don't mind if I do!" He exclaimed, slumping into the chair. "So, this is what the infamous Elizabeth does when she's alone eh?'

Stephen had a bright smile when she had asked him what he thought she did alone, but before he could spill it out, she had quieted him. He snapped his fingers, "Damn, so close." He said, laughing hysterically. "Oh man. The words I would have said. You know, you're lucky you're quick."

Stephen nodded rapidly, as if he'd had too much caffeine before a sweater slammed into his face. It smelled like strawberries. What the hell? He removed the shirt from his face and examined it. Harvard. Oh, he had dreams of attending Harvard in the future... That is, if he lived to see the day. Another opportunity to embarrass Elizabeth!... And it's gone. "Damn it, Elizabeth." He muttered, slipping on the sweater. "Isn't this... A little big? Did a giant wear this or something?"

Stephen wasn't uncomfortable. The oversized sweater allowed his body to accumulate heat in the extra space, and that made him sigh in content. Smack people with the huge sleeves? "Hey Elizabeth, could you stand right here real quick?" He asked, his eyes trained on the space in front of him. He wanted to try the sleeve-smacking for himself, and if she didn't budge, he would have to get up himself and unleash his sleeve fury on her.

Stephen smirked, planting his feet on the floor. "Oh, you're going to make me come to you eh?" He asked, standing up. "Well, okay then." He said, his bare feet walking across the cold floor. He stood in front of her, swinging the sleeve and smacking her in the face. "Heh."

Stephen couldn't resist smacking her repeatedly with his sleeves. It was more amusing than anything he's done in his life. As soon as she hugged his waist, his cheeks turned pink. He knew she didn't have any intimate thoughts, but it made his mind think of the worst. "O-Okay. I'm done." He said, holding his breath. He knew she didn't mean it, but she kind of squished... Well, yeah.

OOC: I'm dead.

OOC: IT WAS A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS XD

BIC: Stephen relaxed as she released him. It didn't take long before he started laughing again. "You should've seen your face!" He exclaimed, laughing even harder. Between fits of laughter, he began the process of trying to sit on the bed without falling over. As soon as he accompolished this, he sighed, looking at Elizabeth. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry Elizabeth. Hug?"

Stephen smirked, looking down at the girl he fell for. "If you don't hug me, I'm going to hug you." He said, chuckling a bit after. After a few minutes of silence, he shrugged and hugged her laughing self. It was slightly awkward, hugging her back. "C'mon baaaa-aaaabe. Hug meeee-eee." He said into her shirt.