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Leo Inhale the soft sea breeze, he could understand why Percy loved the sea, it had a calming affect almost. He focused his eyes once more, landing directly on a son of Ares (the romans called it Mars?), Leo didn't care, all he knew was that it wouldn't remain calm for long. Frank sat crossed legged, back leaning against the front railing of the ship, reading a book (The Art of War again maybe?), again Leo didn't care, he in turned grinned mischievously. Calm and relaxed, his perfect type to annoy. Now under regular cases Leo would never even go near the Ares campers-cough cough Clarisse-it would be murder. But Frank was cool like that, shy sometimes even, he didn't seem very war god like (unless you saw him in battle).
He sat down next to Frank.
"Sup Beast Boy!",
Frank looked up slightly from his book, a questioning look on his face, but only for a second as he turned right back.
" I said sup Beast boy!" repeated Leo even louder. "C'mon turn into a banana slug!", Leo called out.
All of a sudden Frank got smaller, and yellower, turning into a big yellow slimy thing before morphing back to Frank.
" What'dya think Leo?", Frank asked grinning triumphantly. " And whose Beast Boy?".
Leo was still a bit stunned after the sudden Frank to slug then back again, but quickly regained his usual 'mental stability' and gasped mockingly at Frank.
" You don't know who Beast Boy is!", He gasped faking surprise to Frank who's face began turning red in embarrassment.
"Ummmmmm...uh..." he stuttered along but Leo cut in before he could say any real words.
" And I thought Canadians had television", stated Leo " Tsk Tsk, sad, oh so sad", he was now shaking his in an 'you should've listened ' kind of way.
"Hey! We have television", Frank countered, face now quite red but in both embarrassment and anger (Leo just didn't know about the 'anger' part).
"then who's Beast Boy?", Leo asked almost knowing 100% that Frank wouldn't know.
"Ummm someone like me maybe cus... like you called me beast boy... right?", Frank guessed.
"Sure like he's just the most AWESOME superhero like EVER! You will like NEVER come CLOSE!", the ADHD part of Leo was now taking over because he was now screaming at Frank,
"and sooo he...?", Frank started to ask.
"He's green, and can turn into ANYTHING! YEAH!, and he's green like LETTUCE!", Leo answered.
"Are you green? NADA! Go Teen Titans!", Leo yelled out standing up fist pumped onto the air, all the while scaring some seagulls. Frank sighed, it usually took a while before Leo calmed down from one of his fits.
"...and he's way better then you Canadians, like who doesn't watch teen Titans!", Leo continued his yelling.
"Hey! Canadians are awesome!", Frank defended his home country, he really shouldn't be arguing with Leo during his fits because he'd probably end accidently hurting psycho Leo in rage. He unfortunately forgot this little bit.
" NOOO! Who doesn't watch Teen Titans!", Leo screeched, "You TV less hobos!".
"We are NOT hobos!", Frank was to now yelling.
"TV less hobos, Teen Titans!", Leo screamed over and over again to Frank as they were now face- to- face. Frank hated people insulting Canada, almost as much as he hated Arions taunts of 'Chinese baby man', and his anger (being a son of Mars) took over.
The next thing Leo knew Frank was at the other end of the ship facing him , turning big grey, and armored? Then all of a sudden a grey wall with a horn was charging him, making him fly up into the air. Jason might've been helping Frank with aiming the wind at him because all of a sudden Leo was hanging on the mast, and not just any hanging like hand holding on, or even by a scrap of his shirt. No the worst kind, by his underwear which must've caught on to one of the hook and pulley systems of the mast, giving him the highest and most painful wedgie ever!
"Huh... any help here buddy?", he asked hopefully. Frank only smirked at him and skipped down to the hold area, completely ignoring Leo's pleas.
Later on in the day...
Leo had been hanging on the mast by his underwear for hours now. During which Jason and Percy decided to take advantage of twice. Once when he asked them for water-a bad move-in which the two brought out the water guns (gods know where they got them from), and told Leo " try not to chock". The other time was much worse, right after dinner Jason had brought up a plate full of leftover food, and Percy a bow and arrow. Apparently the two were really bad shooters. That meatball was still knotted in Leos hair.
He sighed, he'd better make himself comfortable (at least as comfortable as a wedgie could het) for the night. Maybe the others would feel more generous tomorrow...
Reviews still appreciated and so are suggestions for nicknames! BTW canadians are not tv less hobos I'm canadian i would know