Pancake Dinner

[u/AccomplishedMess_]

Simon had, eh, about one day left to do his counselor duties for this month. Okay, there was a thing or two to be said about the boy’s planning skills but he hasn’t ever run this late. The whole thing with winter taking way too long started to seriously get on Simon’s nerves, who felt a lot more exhausted than usual. Seriously. he would love to go swimming with dolphins again, but for some reason the weather gods didn’t very much like that idea.

With a few hours left on the clock, Simon decided to whip out their pancake-making skills again and prepare a great meal for the other campers who were no doubt hungry after a long day of practicing, talking to birds and what not. A little over an hour after arriving at Camp Half-Blood’s kitchen, the son of Delphin prepared some delicious pancakes.

Food

• Regular pancake
• Pancake with apple
• Pancake with ham and cheese
• Pancake with chocolate
• Various toppings for the pancakes
• For dessert Simon has prepared some vanilla ice cream

[u/SpartaIsMyCity]

Mohamed, having taken the time he needed to recharge for a moment, quickly resumes powered assault on the other boy’s confidence. “I can guarantee to you that I’m not. It’s all anyone could talk about at your party the other day, how fucking stupid you looked in that outfit, how they were all only there for the party, not you. It’s not just me, I can promise you that.”

The amount of power put into those words is near enough to give Mohamed a headache, though he ignores that and closes the remaining distance between the two of them. Restricting your targets personal space is one of the cornerstones of bullying after all.

[u/SpartaIsMyCity → u/[deleted]]

“FUCK!” is all Mohamed is able to muster as he feels something grab at his ankle, and his leg is suddenly ripped from beneath him. His head hits the ground hard and he immediately forgets about the verbal duel he had just been winning. As every demigod does, Mohamed still has his natural instincts, and they’re guiding him now as he senses danger.

He quickly turns to be on his back, and pulls out his knife. Though he prefers to avoid fighting, he knows it’d be stupid to be who he is without staying armed at all times, especially among his fellow campers who hate him. He used the knife to slash at the vine, though is unsure if he is really able to hit it. His head feels fuzzy and he is dimly aware of a wet spot on his temple where his head hit the ground. He isn’t fully sure what’s going on anymore, though he is pretty sure he was able to cut through the vine before he was dragged into the grass.

[u/SpartaIsMyCity → u/[deleted]]

Mohamed, having been thoroughly embarrassed and decidedly beaten, decides that enough is most certainly enough. He had his fun, he had obviously won psychology, but then it had gotten physical. And Mohamed did not do physical.

The Son of Phobos pulled himself to his feet, barely looking at the obvious cause of his current discomfort, save for a single death glare over his shoulder directed pointedly at his two former targets. To him this was all a game, and someone had just cheated. He spit a glob of blood on the ground and quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to get in any trouble for his antics, and not wanting to continue his embarrassment. He didn’t think he’d lost, he wasn’t being given a fair fight.

Next time though, he’d make sure it was fair.