On leave in San Fran (would you look at this original title) [private]

Phil was sure he was late. Great. Spencer would be dissapointed. A lot. But he had an excuse. That unfortunately didn't sound real, even though it was. Apparently he wasn't so good at returning stolen stuff and, uh, he learnt that his cabinmate didn't appreciate the use his toothbrush got. Luckily he was good at dodging, then the Kool-aid holic centurion calmed the guy down. Which let Phil prepare, pack et cetera. He had even made his hair! Well, at least, they were less messy. A little. He was wearing a white T-shirt with the words Very Organised Thief printed on it, and a caricature of a thief holding a bag, with his jeans and trainers, also a backpack on his... back.

When he saw Spencer, his heart skipped a bit, even if he wouldn't admit. Damn she looked good! And the part he would probably never admit, damn he likef her a lot! He approached her, trying to be cool. He had that semi-challenging crooked grin on his face. "Ready to escape? Ready to go on an... adventure?"

He smiled at her initial joke, it meant she wasn't annoyed by him being late. After a brief chat she told him she would like to go to the aquarium, and asked if it was cool with him. He smiled. "Whatever you want. l have no preferences whatsoever. Aquarium it is." He really didn't bother with anything, just getting away from camp, even after so few days, was relieving of its own. With Spencer, it was also enjoyable. "So, what have you planned exactly?"

Phil nodded. "Burritos are unquestionable. Now, uh... l really have no idea what else to do. I'd be more comfortable with you choosing. Just, don't get us killed, l'm fairly certain Tiberia wants the honour to kill me." He flashed a smile at her, to encourage her choose. He hated choices or taking responsibilities.

The exhibits in the aquarium were A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Every part of the exhibits was exotic and interesting. Different kind of fishes in multiple colours, whose species' names he wouldn't attempt to read, were everywhere. Also, he was sure there were sharks later in the exhibition. God this place was amazing! "As if it's the only. Everything here is so extraordinary it could be mistaken for artificial. Great choice to come here Spence." he said, his face beaming.

They spent half an hour in that room, and he wasn't bored for a second. The spectacle was plain amazing. All these kinds of fish made a greatpicture. Then Spencer suggested going to the touch pools, which were exactly what the name suggested. He nodded to her as they went where these were. There were many pools, some filled with tortoises, others with dolphins etc.And of course he just ran from pool to pool touching everything like he was a little kid. Little did he care though. The place was plain mindblowing and he intended to enjoy every moment there. "Freaking awesome, huh?" He shouted at Spencer that was at the other side of the room.

Phil grinned. "Seen and touched everything this place has to offer, Ramsay. Are you covered so that we shall continue?" He didn't mind if she said she wanted to stay a little more in that room, it kicked serious butt. Then again, this whole place was just... woah. Everything was awesome and brought the little kid from inside him on the surface.

"Yeah, of course. Won't blame ya, the place is awesome." Phil said smiling, just looking around -and mostly towards Spencer. After a couple minutes, they went on to check out the underwater tunnels, that sounded really promising. And looked even fahking more. It made him wanna cry tears of joy. It was literally like being in the sea and even better. The fish were swimming around so close he was sure he could touch them. Luckily he came to his senses before trying it out. "Tell me about it. " he said, his voice almost a wishper in awe.

After a GREAT stay at the first tunnel, it was time to visit the second. Which had sharks. Living sharks. Freaking SHARKS. Arguably the coolest moment in his life, maybe except not getting his ass kicked at his first war games. He was fairly sure he stood with his mouth hanging so he looked at Spencer's direction. She was mindblown herself. That only made him grin, before fixing his attention to the predators once again. The spectacle was awe-inspiring. The sharks that usually were so intimidating to most people were just swimming peacefully and gracefully, so close to them, one would get the illusion they could touch them. He then heard what Spencer had muttered. "I think that in this case, freaky and cool are synonyms." he said smiling.

Phil sucked at many things. One of them was handling difficult situations. When the shark-on-roids hit the ceiling, the only reason he didn't die was Spencer grabbing him and trying to get away. He himself was busy thinking if the shark could actually do it. Then the water and the shattered glasses came 'out of nowhere' because he was too much of a doofus and he hadn't taken initiation. He had survived the glasses and the water, the glasses making various cuts, with the worse being a scar above his right eye, hinting that he had survived Voldemort. Or that he was a discount Joker in the making. He tried picturing it, to ease the pain. 'Do you wanna know, how l got this scar?' Nah, too much of a copy. Anyway, he tried to get up, his ears buzzing and him only hearing his blood pressure. He looked around and saw Spencer shouting at him. After a few seconds he was able to listen normally. He decided to shout at her, because she hadn't quite noticed him yet. "Over he-"His sentence ot interrupted because of what he saw emerging behind Spencer. It was a huge fish-y lion-y thingy.... uh, let me try this again. Big, nasty, scary and dangerous. He gulped. He did't say anything but hopefully she would see in his expression what was wrong. Oh well, he should give it a rry. "FAHKING RUN!" That was good enough. He knew the chances of outrunning the monster were less than those of Wizards winning the NBA Playoffs, so he started searching for his backpack, where his gladius was, before realizing it was conviently placed on his back. He got his sword out of there and ran towards the monster. Why? That's a great question. Uh, because YOLO? Good enough.

Phil stopped at his tracks, literally between Spencer and the monster, coming at his senses. His 'plan' was to give Spencer a way to escape and... that was it. Finito la musica. And Phil too, probably. The monster hadn't attacked yet, probably too amused to do so. He backed off as he replied to Spencer. "You really think we can outrun this thing? You watch too much Flash." And with that, he grabbed her hand and started running away from the monster, who ha finally got bored of their-and mostly his- probatio-ness. "If anyone asks us at Camp, we killed it very heroically and legionnairily."

Counting the times Spencer was saving him today, Phil almost felt uncomfortable. First she had saving him from being glasscut to death, thenfrom foolishly charging the literal sea lion, and now she was guiding-dragging him through the whole Aquarium. When she asked what the thing was he had many replies to give. Non of them close to accurate. He decided to keep running in silence untill Spencer revealed the 'escape plan'. He then felt the need to protest. "But can't it kill mortals too? I mean, won't we have to fight it at some point?"Wow, he sounded way more thrilled about fighting the bastard kid of a lion and a shark than he actually was. In truth what he wanted the most right now was to teleport with Spencer somewhere for a romantic dinner. Or even better, burritos. Actually, only the latter. Oh well, at least they were getting closer to the exit.

And for a record of four times in... 10 minutes approximately, Phil had his life saved. Spencer had once again reacted 100x more appropriately to the situation and pushed him to the opposite direction. Now a big scary Lion fish mutant was standing between the probatios. Then he saw Spencer stabbing it in its paws, which woke him up from the disbelief of the whole situation. The monster was licking its wounds distracted. Well, time to see if his general stealth could work in more things than just stealing.

He quietly approached the beast and stabbed it. With all his power and rage. The result: a big bad wound for the monster. That just angered it. It turned and roared in Phil's face, causing him to quickly back off from the thing. But it wouldn't just let him. It quickly pounced towards him and tried to hit him with both his font legs' claws. He instinctively lifted his gladius and hit the one paw, the one that was already wounded. The second though did hit him, resulting in his one scar finding company. Luckily, the pain the beast felt by that hit in its previous gash didn't allow it to bury his claws in the son of Mercury's skull and kill him, but Phil was hurt. He exclaimed in pain, just like the beastand they both backed off. If he didn't know Spencer was with him he was sure he had just seconds before the beast would charge at him and this time kill him.