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by kayla 4/14/2015, 11:49 pmHunter didn't realize how much he liked being outside of camp until after his trip to Alaska with Niamh. He was so used to towering pine trees and fresh air and being so outdoorsy that he had forgotten the loud bustling and polluted air of the city. Sometimes he needed that from time to time. Since his trip with Niamh he'd been heading back into the city more often, mostly to skate around and kill the occasional monster and grab a nice cheap hotdog. He decided getting a nice part time job would be good too but wondered if that was actually a good idea since frequenting a specific place could lead to him getting killed or something. But hey, he was a demigod- That was what he faced everyday. For most of the time anyway.
He had ended up getting a job as a pizza delivery boy. He fed the owner of the place, a really nice old woman, a lie about how he didn't have any money and his family was dead and he needed a job. He felt terrible about it but he wasn't lying about everything. Only 2/3 were technically truths. But his father was immortal, his grandmother despised him, and he would never get to see his little sister again so they were as good as dead anyway right? He also didn't need the money right now since Camp Half Blood was taking care of him but what happened after he became an adult right? He needed the money then at least. He had nothing as of the moment and his mom had never started a college fund for him or anything. So he took some jobs that paid him enough and was least likely to get him killed. So far he had around $550 from before as well as his paychecks for the time he'd spending at Mamma Mia's Pizzeria and $550 wasn't a lot but for a kid like him, it was enough to make him feel like he should do something special. Something special as in take his oh so wonderful and beautiful girlfriend out to dinner and treat her to something nice.
The cheeky son of Hermes ran his hand through his hair before grinning again and bouncing on his toes. He'd even dressed up fairly nice. Or as far as fairly nice in his eyes went. It was just a black collared open shirt with a white v-neck underneath with black jeans so maybe it was an overboard to have said he had dressed up or anything. At least he tried to make his hair somewhat civilized. One of his sisters had actually fussed that he comb it or something. He smoothed out his shirt a little before his eyes darted around for any sight of a familiar blonde head.
He prayed nothing went wrong on this date.
He had ended up getting a job as a pizza delivery boy. He fed the owner of the place, a really nice old woman, a lie about how he didn't have any money and his family was dead and he needed a job. He felt terrible about it but he wasn't lying about everything. Only 2/3 were technically truths. But his father was immortal, his grandmother despised him, and he would never get to see his little sister again so they were as good as dead anyway right? He also didn't need the money right now since Camp Half Blood was taking care of him but what happened after he became an adult right? He needed the money then at least. He had nothing as of the moment and his mom had never started a college fund for him or anything. So he took some jobs that paid him enough and was least likely to get him killed. So far he had around $550 from before as well as his paychecks for the time he'd spending at Mamma Mia's Pizzeria and $550 wasn't a lot but for a kid like him, it was enough to make him feel like he should do something special. Something special as in take his oh so wonderful and beautiful girlfriend out to dinner and treat her to something nice.
The cheeky son of Hermes ran his hand through his hair before grinning again and bouncing on his toes. He'd even dressed up fairly nice. Or as far as fairly nice in his eyes went. It was just a black collared open shirt with a white v-neck underneath with black jeans so maybe it was an overboard to have said he had dressed up or anything. At least he tried to make his hair somewhat civilized. One of his sisters had actually fussed that he comb it or something. He smoothed out his shirt a little before his eyes darted around for any sight of a familiar blonde head.
He prayed nothing went wrong on this date.
