Will Solace was currently on another dull, mundane date set up by his poetry loving father.
This time, it was snobbish young roman demigod who was currently prattling on about his explicit adoration for poetic sequences and song verses.
I don't really give two poops about poetry, Will sleepily thought.
"Y'know, I had a cat, it was an absurdly fluffy one at that. And it scratched me, the stupid little stray. So I threw it out on the street," the demigod sniffed, haughty, "Good riddance."
Will gaped at the boy across from him, then grabbed the basket of breadsticks from the center of the table so hard the glasses of water almost fell over.
The date was appalled, staring in shock at the usually sunny demigod shoving breadsticks in his bag with an almost murderous intent, a dark aura surrounding the golden haired boy.
"Um…Will?"
He flinched when the "sunshine boy" fixed him with an angry glare, and abruptly shut up.
Will seethed, "Something came up, my man-period came, so my stomach hurts." He immediately resumed sticking breadsticks everywhere in his bag that he could fit.
Nico D'Angelo hastily wiped at the spaghetti stain on his waiter's uniform. Grabbing the tray of food, he set it down on the elderly couple's table, giving them a grim look.
Turning around, he was met with the strangest thing his eyes had probably witnessed.
An angry looking honey-color haired boy practically throwing breadsticks in his backpack-is that Will Solace?
His partner, date, whatever, was cowering in fear in his chair, shrinking down.
Nico's mouth had slowly fallen open.
Well what the H-E-double hockey sticks do I do now?