νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 2-21: I like antagonizing the bitches

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"What kind of deodorant do you use?"

Thalia stared at me. "I'm sorry?"

"It isn't working very well. I think you should switch."

Further down the line, Grover cracked up. Thalia's face turned red as she sniffed herself, frowning. "We're on a quest. I'm not gonna smell like roses and daisies."

I dug through the pocket of my backpack and handed her a Speed Stick in the middle of the dam food court. "You can keep it." I don't even need deodorant, but I carry it around for events like this. I remember how happy I was when deodorant was easily accessible to everyone; it finally stopped smelling like armpit!

She grumbled as she snatched it from me and hid it in her coat. "Thank you for embarrassing me."

"What, like you were gonna hook up with some hot dude in here?" I looked around, quickly realizing none of the dudes were hot. "Eh, maybe not."

"You're such a dick," Thalia complained.

"Oh, I'll even it out. Hey, Zoe! Maybe you should borrow the Speed Stick!"

Zoe yelled at me in Ancient Greek. Next to me, Bianca just shook her head. "Really? Where do you get joy from this?"

"I feed on others' shame," I said to her. She blew her tongue at me.

"We must eat," Zoe said. "Let us look at the menu."

"It's way too crowded over here!" Grover complained, looking around anxiously.

"Let's just have two of us go up there then," I suggested. "Grover, you come with me. Zoe, Thalia, you stay here."

"Why me?" Grover asked, though he trotted over to me. I led him through the crowd. It was easier for him to follow me, since I'm taller than almost everyone in the crowd.

"Because I probably won't fight you."

"Probably?!" Grover squeaked.

I ignored him, looking at the menu. "Okay... here. The vegetarian option is a Guacamole Grande. Do you want hot sauce on that?"

Grover rapidly shook his head, looking rather nervous in the crowd. "I smell monsters!" He whisper-shouted to me.

"Maybe I'm a monster," I said. "Maybe I'm about to turn into Medusa and turn you to stone."

"You don't even have a scent!" Grover said. He leaned forward to sniff me. I planted my palm on his forehead, catching his fluffy curls, and shoved him away, into another tourist. "BLAH-AH-AH!"

The tourists looked at us weirdly as Grover rapidly shook his head, steadying himself.

I smiled, which I have been told unnerves people. "Sorry, he's sick. We're here on Make-A-Wish."

Grover looked horrified. "BLAH-AH-AH!" He covered his mouth like he was afraid of that wretched bleating noise.

I wrapped an arm around him. "It's okay, buddy. You can't live in fear all the time, remember?"