Shopping. He had never thought that the island would be a heaven for shopping. Granted, that he's been buying the same kinds of things over and over again, he still liked a certain sense of normalcy. He heard a curse which made him turn and he saw a guy picking up a cup. "You ok there bro?" He asked as he hoisted the paper bags over his shoulder.

With a drink in one hand and a soft pretzel in the other, Malcolm opened the door to exit the Snack Shack with his elbow. He began to walk in the direction of The Lounge when he stumbled, dropping his drink. “Aw damn…” He bent down, picking up the now empty cup.

"We have," he said as he quickly stooped down to help the other boy, "really got to stop meeting by accident like this." He finished with a smile. He had been, as usual, taking his routine walk around the island premises when he had spotted the boy. Nico's boy, apparently.

Mitchell, fixing his hair, walked out of the Aphrodite Manor. He walked to the Island Square. He looked around before accidentally bumping into someone and dropping his bag. “Sorry about that.” He said, bending down to pick his things up.

He raised an eyebrow as he lowered his lips close to the boy's ears and he began to whisper slowly, sensually. "Hmm, do those things, and stuff, involve maybe a naked beefcake and," one arm ghosted over the naked abdomen, "a naked son of the revenge goddess?" He huffed lightly as he pulled back with a big grin.

Nico tried to cover the fact that he liked Mitchell, but it was pretty obvious. “Yeah, lucky us,” Nico said giggling and assuming Samuel was gay too. “Uh,” Nico said looking out into the distance at the ocean, “Things… stuff.”

"Uhm," he muttered as he hugged himself just a gust of wind blew past him, making him shiver, "Samuel. Hades kid." He added for good measure. There were only a few of them so he was sure that that'd jog a few minds into not skewering him in the dark. He approached the girl and smiled.

It was fairly dark out and Dani could barely see her surroundings. Then, she heard a voice that sounded familiar. “Hello?” She asked back, in hopes to hear them reply. “Um,” she squinted her eyes in hopes to make out boy in front of her but she could only make out a pair of shorts, “This is Dani. Who are you?”

"That should start feeling better though," he said even as he held up his hands. He picked up another slice of bread and applied jam to eat as he hummed slowly. He didn't mind the silence much. The jerk he was currently with obviously only barely tolerated him. A roll of his eyes. Why do I hang out with gits like him? He sighed. He surveyed the shop, relaxed in his demeanor. "Thank you," he said non-chalantly, after a few minutes, "for telling me about your life."

Hunter rolled his eyes, dismissing the comment. He flinched back, looking up at Sam with narrow eyes. “Yes, they didn’t confide my to my manor.” He replied, sourly. “Somewhat. I don’t feel like going to the manor just yet so chill.” Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, the pain was overwhelming. “Okay, okay. No more massaging Hunter’s leg.” He mumbled, removing Sam’s hand from his ankle. He sighed.

"Whatever, jerk," he replied tartly. He took a look and made sure that no one was watching before he knelt down and placed his hand softly on the injured ankle. "Throbbing huh?" He asked, applying a little pressure. "Are you absolutely sure they told you can walk around from your Manor to here?" A snide face. "Hypnos' is far from here right?" He shook his head as he started lightly massaging with one hand. "I can do a lot."

“You never know.” Hunter scoffed, offended. “Thanks dork.” He shook his head, lying so no one would start commotion over his ankle. “Fine…Sorta. It’s like…throbbing.” He replied, looking down at his food. Hunter opened a pack of candy and raised his eyebrow, smiling smugly. “Well, goodie for you I am not your cousin. Which means - I’ll ask for other things. Like, go clean my clothes or something of that matter.” Hunter smiled to himself, thinking of all the horrid things he could make Sam do.

"Yeah, right," he took a bite of jam filled sandwich as he rolled his eyes. "Probably just say yes to get it over with." He said in between bites. He noticed the pout. "Hey, something wrong?" He narrowed his eyes. "It still hurts?" He brushed the last comment away, even as he stood up and sat at the boy's table, eyes still narrowed. "My cousin's asked for worse."

“If I wanted to date anyone, they probably will.” He replied, honestly. Hunter bit down on his lip to keep from laughing at Samuel’s sneaky way of flexing his arm. His ankle started to throb and he pouted, frustrated. “Really? Ooh, now you’re going to receive text messages from me saying to come fluff my pillow. Your words not mine, I’m taking them to heart.” He responded, snickering to himself.

He laughed at the comment, especially when the boy flexed. "Yeah, I'm sure those'll get you the babes," he said sarcastically, though he did note that the boy looked kind of...hot. He brushed his hair up, slightly flexed his arm to emphasize his point. Weeks of training were good for him, he thought. "If you need help, I'm feeling slightly masochistic for the week." He stuck out his tongue. "Just send me a text."

“No - ew. I don’t need muscles, I already have some.” He replied, flexing with a smile. Hunter kicked a crutch, making it fall. “I got out Monday, todays Wednesday….Two days so far, but a week and a few days..Maybe.” He sighed and ate another oreo. “He was about to have a hissy fit until the younger nurse told him that I had messed up my ankle and he was okay with it. But…I am lucky aren’t I?” He said, smirking and opening the juice. 

"Actually," he said, "training might be good for you right about now." He made a face. He just noticed the crutches again. "That sucks. How long d'you have to lug those around anyway?" He popped open a jar of jam and reached for a slice of bread. "At least Chiron still won't be bothering you for training." He smiled. "Lucky bastard."

Hunter took notice in Samuel being distracted and decided to ignore it. He ate on, happily, before hearing a smack.”D..Did you just hit yourself?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, accepting the juice from him. “I guess I am. I mean a week without training and such? Sounds like paradise to me. But it will be hard to get around with these things.” He replied, pointing to the crutches. 

"I see," he muttered distractedly. He picked up another cookie and took a slow bite. He smiled at the comment though he was shocked as he realized that what he wanted was for Humter to get down on--he shook his head clear of THAT. He hit himself before grunting. "You're alright now, yeah?" He picked up a bottle of strawberry jiuce and offered it to the boy.

He sent, yet again, apologetic looks towards the others even as he grit his teeth in front of the boy. He shook his head irately as he forced down the snapping retort he had in mind. Calm down, calm down. "You asked about dreams, I gave you an answer." He said, forcing out a laugh. "Dream manipulation thingy?" He said, doing some voodoo motions with his free hand. He looked at his pile and the pile of the other boy. "I don't think that the clinic allowed you those kinds of things to eat?:"

“Aw, thats sweet of you.” He huffed, “Not permit it? Must be one of those nicey things. Yuck.” Hunter picked up some pringles with oreos and a lot of candy. He was beyond hungry and did not care if it was unhealthy. He took a bite out of an oreo and smiled. “Finally! Real food!” He cried out, making whoever else was there to stare at him. “What? You all act like you have never seen a demigod eat food. Geez, carry on.” He looked up at Sam and gave a disgusted face. “I did not need to know that…At all. That poor dudette….Ugh just…no.” Hunter grimaced, eating another oreo slowly. “Anyway - it seems like I couldn’t use my ability outside of the infirmary, which is great now that I’m out of there…” 

"And you were so nice I almost didn't want to drop you on the floor," he replied with equal sarcasm."I would explain, but your jerkhood might not permit it." He made his way to his own table and faced the other boy as he opened a bag of cookies. He picked one and began to eat even as he thought about the other boy. He had been worried, especially with Hunter's revelation. He had wanted to visit, actually, he'd still want to if the boy wasn't already out, but thought that it might do more harm than good, so he resorted to checking up on him from the nurse. He was a bit distracted when he answered the boy's question. "Oh, no, I mean, I did dream about fucking this hot dude, while a dudette watched." He made a face. "Not really weird for me." He smiled.

Hunter looked up to see who saved his day and rolled his eyes. Sam. “You’re so funny I almost laughed. Also - what does being a dick have to do with my ankle? Surely I have one in my pants but I don’t understand your concept..” He replied, sarcastically. Hunter made his way inside and sat down at a table, pulling out a chair so he could put his foot down. “A week and three days.” He mumbled, staring down at the ankle angrily. Hunter looked at Sam, a little exhausted. “Get any dreams about random things lately?” 

When he saw the blush he immediately freaked. He pinned the boy on the ground with a hungry grin on his face before shouting a few incoherent curses. "Oh fucking gods! You like him!" He squealed. He laughed hard for a moment before he got a look of irony on his face as he plopped back down on the grass. "It's disconcerting how many homos we have on the island." He snorted. "Poor girls." He winked at Nico. "Lucky us!" Another laugh as pushed his arm under Nico's head to serve as a pillow. "Now spill, what have we been doing with said Aphrodite beefcake, hmm?" He wiggled his brow suggestively.

“Yeah,” Nico admitted blushing a bit.

"Course you're not," he said brightly as he sat up. He smiled. "Made you laugh, now you owe me." He stuck out his tongue. A few minutes of comfortable, at least they were for Samuel, silence passed before he turned back to Theo. "How you doing by the way? I mean," he shrugged, "you just got out of the infirmary right?"

Theo nearly fell out of his chair laughing when Sam fell to the ground. “I g-guess I’m not completely un-lucky,”He shrugged still smiling. 

He clutched at his heart theatrically. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "We're friends now, and you still consider yourself unlucky?" He shook his head exaggeratedly. "I am hurt Theo, extremely so!" He feigned feinting before popping one eye open. "I'm bored, sorry." He whispered with a smile.

Theo smiled at what Sam was saying to him. I wouldn’t c-call me u-un-cool. I’m j-just unlucky,”he shrugged. Theo smiled when Sam smiled. Something about his smile seemed infectious. 

How he'd gotten lost was still a mystery he was trying to solve when he heard foot steps somewhere behind him. "Hello there?" He scratched his head. The darkness didn't bother him much, it was the fact that he was wearing nothing but his board shorts and feeling cold.

Dani walked out of the island movie theater, stopping after the door shut behind her and noticing how dark it was out. “I’ve been there all day,” she realized letting out a tired sigh. She was exhausted even if she did nothing but sit and eat a variety of junk food. With a bag of peopcorn in hand, she began to walk aimlessly around the island eating a few pieces every so often.

He was just about to make a beeline for a nearby table in the shack when he noticed someone familiar hobbling towards the place. He propped the various stuff he got on the table before he went to get the door as he realized just who it was. He smiled as he heard the exasperated comment, before he said, "Maybe," he pulled open the door slowly, "if you weren't such a dick?"

After being locked up in the Infirmary for three days due to his ankle, Hunter was finally released…with crutches. He hated them, a lot. Hunter made his way to the snack shack, having to be eating infirmary food for days made him miss actual food. He got to the door but realized, crutches. “Why me..” He groaned, hitting his head against the door.