D U K ExxL O Y C E N
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"Duke, I..." she trailed off and Duke awaited the rest of her sentence patiently. He hadn't meant to interrupt her morning training ritual if that was the issue. He didn't even know she trained in the mornings, but he couldn't help himself but to correct her technique.
"Morning. I'll definitely work on that. Thanks. How've you been? I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you at the party. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, though. Some hot chicks this year, huh?" Her elbow poked into his ribs and he blinked, disassembling the different conversations she was trying to have in one sentence. The most outstanding was her latter comment, about how he looked to be enjoying himself and how there were some 'hot chicks' at camp this year.
It was a weird gesture coming from Alex. From anyone but particularly Alex. "I think there are some good looking females," Duke said instead. Hot was associated with a blazing appeal and beautiful was too intimate but the girls certainly weren't trolls. "I suppose the same could be said for the males of this year. Especially Theo, right?" He replied keeping any judgmental tones out of his voice but still pointing out last nights notable encounter between Alex and Theo. Duke shrugged it off. "Anyway, most of my night was made of constructing a sand castle and making sure Evelyn and McKenna didn’t get into a fight. Not my first definition of enjoying myself but it was okay. Particularly the sand castle making part," he admitted with a faint smile in recollection.
Duke placed a hand on the small of her back walking with her to the dining area. "Not the greatest Camp party either, huh? I mean usually I'm not a big partyer as it is but I still know when one's mind blowingly amazing and just good." He hoped Alex understood he wasn't having any dig at the organisation of the party, on the contrary, he thought it was an entirely appropriate level for the newer bodies in camp and for the first party of the year at Camp Athens.
"Dude..." Before he could go on about being the guy that doesn't settle for second best, Sylas spoke again.
"There are more ways than one to accomplish what you want." His voice got lower indicating they were entering the more diabolical phase of their conversation. "There can't be a bounty on your head if you're not the one doing the killing."
Mason always assumed it was inevitable he'd be the one to get the Valises out of the picture. It'd be handy if he could somehow tread around the whole them being dead and the consequences to follow.
The light bulb clicked in place the same time as Sylas spoke. "Let me put it plainly. Do you want help with the Valises, or not?"
Mason finally smiled and plucked a grape from the bowl slid towards him. "That's all you had to say." He nodded in case his initial response wasn't ecstatic or transparent enough. "I could use the help. But with respect, I would prefer my..." he looked Sylas over "murder pal? to be someone who, at the least, I know isn't going to stab me in the back the first sign of trouble. No offence to your gifts." Mason did his best bow imitation that sitting would allow. He knew Eris's children must have been gifted in manipulation to achieve the chaos they allegedly hungered for. No doubt Sylas could pull a string or two but when confronted by a Valis head on, he'd probably squeal to save his own skin. It wasn't a personal thought against the son of Eris. 98% of the camp would squeal to a Valis.
"I'm curious to hear your plan of action if you even have one. Or should I just trust you?" Mason guessed. "Also, does this make us friends now?" Mason teased, gauging Sylas's reaction to such a notion. Mason tossed the grape up in the air and caught it in his mouth then gave a corny grin to Sylas.
Either way, it was good to know somebody else wouldn't mind the Valises gone.