Raina woke up. "Gah! Giant evil shrimpzilla-octopus hybrid!" she cried, waving her fists. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing here!" she demanded. A mist-figure shaped suspiciously like– No, it couldn't be! It was–!– Deuce!
"Aggh! Don't look!" Raina yelled. Deuce was covering his mist eyes, looking like he was *this* close to losing it and busting up. "Do you normally look this bad in the mornings?" Deuce asked innocently. "No! But normally I don't have stupid guys peeking in when I'm about to change!" Raina snapped, yanking on a Camp Half-Blood Tee and gray-and-green camo super-skinny jeans.
Deuce rolled his eyes. "Decent, yet?" he asked im-patiently. "Yeah, yeah, whatevs. Anyhoo, what did ya come here for?" Reyna fired back. "Okay. Jeez Louise." Deuce grinned lightly. "Well, a camper.. died." he answered, his smile fading.
"Oh.. Who?" Raina asked. "My– my sister, Millicent. She– she was killed by Kronos.. I mean, he sent asassins.. They were demigods, so they could get through the border. They fooled Chiron.. cast some sort of– of spell on him."
Suddenly he couldn't take his eyes off one, Chrissy, I think. Daughter of Aphrodite? I mean, she had that aura." "What aura?" Raina asked tensely. "Well, she tried charming all of us guys, especially old Mr. D. It worked on most of us, even me for a little bit, but... then I remembered that I don't really go for blonde asassins." Deuce smirked.
"Oh?" Raina asked, her heart beating faster, even though she knew Deuce wasn't really there. "What do you go for in a girl?" She shifted nervously.
Water swirled up from her breakfast cup, twisting and wirling into chaotic shapes, moving too fast for Raina to see properly. "Well, you know. Mostly blue streaks, black hair, sarcasm, loyalty... That kinda stuff." Deuce looked at her. "Also, I'm.. fond of daughters of Poseidon." he added. Raina blushed. "Well, what about you?" Deuce asked, his face a tad pink.
"Well, I like boys with spiky black hair, gray eyes, and a sense of humor." Raina replied, trying not to let her emotion show. "Oh, and I don't mind sons of Hecate." Deuce grinned and walked toward her. Must. Remember. He's A. MIST FIGURE. Raina thought. She grinned.
Deuce snickered when Raina flushed. He reached out tentatively—eek!—and—DOUBLE EEK!— touched her cheek (And if anyone notices that that rhymes, I don't give a centaur poop).
Aaah! Cold! Note to Self: DO NOT CUDDLE WITH MISTFORMS! His hand was cold. She wrenched herself away from his cold misty hand. "Did I hurt you?" Deuce asked, looking anxious. "Nah, I just— I mean, Jeez Louise, you're cold! You could give a Popsicle frostbite!" she teased. Deuce's face broke into a grin.