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CHARACTERS: Davesprite and Annabeth Chase
LOCATION: Annabeth's room
WARNINGS: Some swearing, that's it for now.
SUMMARY: Annabeth decided to be a hermit, Davesprite is not down with that.
NOTES: Egg.

The last time Davesprite talked to Annabeth was weeks ago. He'd been reading and lurking the network, but hadn't seen any sign of her. That's pretty odd. She normally pokes around and tries to gather information as far as he can tell. Might as well go drop by and see what she's up to. Maybe she wants to go for a kitchen run or hang out in the gardens. There's not a ton for kids their age to do, but there's something.

As celestial spirit guide whatever, he feels its his duty these days to keep his other self doing alright (though honestly, he gets out less and hermits more) and to check up on people who know him. He takes a lift to get down to where Annabeth's room is and takes his sweet time getting to her room. He's...never actually been there before. This is a first for him.

He raps on the door with his fist and calls to her. "Hey, Annabeth. You haven't been around in a while, so I thought I'd come down and visit you instead."

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She's in her room - which isn't really a surprise, because that's where she is nine times out of ten these days. She just can't bring herself to get out and do much of anything anymore. Wichita tried for a while there, but she has her own things to deal with and Annabeth can be as stubborn as a rock when she wants to be. And what she wanted was to be left alone - no network, no people, just her laptop and the library when she got really bored and then back to her room.

Her demigod hardwiring is going crazy being so cooped up, but some subconscious part of her is taking it almost as a punishment. For getting lost, for losing Percy, for being completely useless is just about everything. She messages Tony every now and then when he bugs her just to keep him away, and Davesprite...well. She thought she did the same, but she must have fallen behind on that too because suddenly there's a knock at her door. For a moment she just kind of stares at the door, confused at who would be there and why, when she hears his voice.

Oh. With a huff she pushes herself off the bed, not really caring if her blonde curls are at all tamed and instead moves to open the door with a small smile. "Hey- uh, do you want to come in?"

The door clicks open and he gets his first sight of Annabeth in a while. She looks like she seriously needs some time out. The first time he'd seen her she'd looked vibrant and alive. Now, she seems like a lot of the light is gone. He shifts, pulling out his peace offering from the confines of his sylladex. He holds up the half bag of snacks with a nod. "Yeah and I come bearing gifts. Half a bag of Cheetos."

"Cheetos."

It's strange, seeing it's been so long since she's had any face to face interaction with anyone. She's suddenly feeling like she should have showered, or at least checked to see if she looked presentable, but it's another moment later that she stops caring because she's reaching forward to grab the bag - just to check if it's real.

"Where did you get cheetos?"

The bag crinkles a little in her hands. It's got the logo on the front with the crazy cool cheetah, and there's weight from the promise of cheesy but. not good for you snacks inside. It's legit. "From the magic locker fairies. Kinda shocked myself. It's been mostly giving me useless shit or swords." Or clothes. He hasn't worn his suit in a while.

Just plain broken record shirt and pants for a while. "You know you want some crunchy snack time. Everybody does."

"You really lucked out, then." And for a moment she's just staring at the bag. The only thing she's gotten in her locker were the shorts and shirt she's got on now and her laptop. There's an extra shirt in the corner, but that was too damaged from her quest that she doesn't even wear it anymore. Half the time, doesn't even want to look at.

It's after that moment that she breaks into a small smile. "I haven't had junk food in months." Which should translate into a yes definitely as she leaves the door open and turns back into her room.

"I told you this place was cruel. Junk food is the staple of every teenager, you can't just rip that out of them. We shrivel up and dry out like those emergency packs of ramen that college kids live off of." He trots inside after Annabeth, still running his mouth. He hasn't seen her smile in a while. It's damn nice to see and he's going to keep those coming if he can.

"Who knows, I might get that next time. Then we'll really be cooking with vigor from salt ridden seasoning and dried noodles." He stuffs his hands into his pockets, putting on the right slouch to look exactly like any teenager douchebag should look. "Just like this."

While Davesprite talks, Annabeth just listens, looking inside the bag as if to check to make sure they're really cheetos before she reaches in and pulls one out. "Have you tried that before? The ramen? It's kind of disgusting." But going to boarding school meant girls got creative when they were hungry, and that is an experience Annabeth would rather not experience again.

"If you do get it," and she's point at him with the cheeto, as if it makes her point all the more important. "You can have it all to yourself. I'll keep these." She snorts a little when he slouches, shaking her head and taking a bite. Wow, she missed that fake cheesy goodness, as if it wasn't evident enough by the way she immediately reaches in to grab another.

"I know what most junk food is like. Partial to Doritos and Poptarts." They were fast and he could keep going on stuff like that. He hadn't known what 'normal' food was like until he got here. He straightens up pretty fast to snag a cheetos of his own. Pretty obvious that he loves the things by how fast it disappears and he snags another.

Then he sobers up a little, the light manner turning to something serious. "You've been holed up in here for a while you know." He broaches the subject like he's done it before. "Starting to act like a seer does, or a hermit. It's not a way to live." Not and stay sane. "If you need a change in scenery I know plenty of open rooms you can switch to on my floor."

"Doritos are good. Poptarts depends on the flavor, but I'll give it to you." She's joining him on the snacking, going through two or three more when the conversation shifts and she just freezes up a little. Whatever lighthearted hair she might have been carrying drops too, and her eyes move down.

It's not so much that she feels embarrassed by her sudden hermit-nature, but the fact that other people were noticing? Yeah, it makes it a little different. Annabeth shrugs a little, looking over her shoulder at the state of her room. "No, it's- it's not that. I guess I just needed some time to relax." Which is true, sure, but not the full story. She hands the bag back to him, though, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"Yeah, I get it. Did a bit of that myself a while back." After all that future knowledge John dropped on him, he couldn't handle the sadsack of failures he has to look forward to. Maybe it's a good thing only Dave is getting older. It's not like he really has a future. He scratches at the back of his neck and keeps talking. "This ship is hellmurder sometimes and next thing you know it's so boring you're counting your feathers because that's the most entertainment you're going to get."

He looks at her, his brows furrowing as he leans forward to speak in a lower voice. Why is he trying so hard? Annabeth is his friend but, if she wanted to hide that was her business wasn't it? "I'm really not one to talk. This is a glass house I'm standing before right now and if I say anything against it, I'll be knocking myself out. Just. Staying locked up in one room does things to your head. It eventually turns into a dead end."

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