Netha suddenly understood communication from a demigod in the room, something that happened rarely, and with good reason.
"Self control doesn't come in amounts; you either can or cannot control yourself." Netha communicated back.
"He's controlling himself. So am I. You wouldn't understand." The wolf didn't bother to glance at Salem; she seemed to not be as threatening as the other idle threats around. Priorities were vital.
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The demigod eyed the person who had come in, declaring that everyone around was an
"Aaaaand, now the witch from Snow White is here." Andrew replied, simply, to Salem's accusations at the group.
"Maybe we'd actually be able to have nice things if the people supervising actually did some supervising. But, I guess Harry Potter never was able to do a lot on his own, huh?" Andrew, at this point, was ready to go against anyone who went against him.
Andrew let out an irritated sigh at the short Roman, to suggest that dealing with her was annoying.
"The implication of the joke was a play on the common stereotype that mothers, especially single ones, drink wine more than any other alcoholic beverage and act more out of the ordinary than the average drunk in odd and sometimes humorous ways. I didn't think I'd have to explain that one to anyone, ever." Andrew mocked the Roman.
"But let's be real, there's no way I'd ever give you the credit of a single mother. A good work ethic, a good heart, willingness to do anything for your loved ones, these are all things that I'm positive you don't have. I'm sure your parenting methods would be equal to how Chronos would parent. The point is, Roman, Greek, it doesn't matter. It's just you as a person that is more rotten than spoiled beef." Andrew said, at this point arguing for the sake of whatever he considered victory.
Andrew next looked to the girl he hadn't had to argue with. With her remarks at him, he wasn't happy.
"Are you serious? We live in a world where venomous, merciless, and massive monsters eat our kind. Hell, some not even for food. Some do it for sport. And spit is what you find disturbing? I hope for your sake that you learn fast when you finally have to go out there. Otherwise you're just gone." Andrew warned. The world outside of Camp Half-Blood was a dangerous place for all walks of life, but much more so for demigods.
Netha, at this point, hadn't moved position, despite the remark from Luana. Andrew still wasn't even sure what to say. He wanted to insult her back, to show her how it felt.
"How about you show some respect?" Andrew said abrasively to Luana.
"She can defend herself in any way except for with words, and yet that's the tool you use to offend her. Demeaning her like she's some house pet for kids. Calling her a guy, which I'm unsure if it's just your lack of ability to understand, or if you just think you're above her. I'd like to see any of you try your luck against her. I'm not her master; she's my friend. She makes her own choices. And as her friend, I'm only going to allow her to be mocked so much before I stop holding her back."(OOC: I'm SOOO sorry guys, I'm just playing Andrew as he's meant to be played. I hope no one is offended by anything he's saying/said/will say.)