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“It was interesting to say the least. He touched me at times, but I found it to be very ticklish. Heck I don't think I even played the game right because he then backed off. I know I am a talker, so maybe I talked too much. It wouldn't surprise me if I bored him though.”
For a millisecond she feared for once she’d get too much information but the story took a turn supposedly due to Nelly’s nature. She looked hurt at the notion that she could have bored him and the touching didn't continue. Evelyn wanted to offer a slice of advice being not to get too caught up in what others made of her but stayed silent instead.
“He mentioned he was Nemesis's son though and implied that it wasn't luck that the bottle landed on him. Now whether or not he was lying is another question. I am very curious to find out what kind of person he's like because he's very secretive.”
Evelyn smiled despite herself. Nemesis's son, quick to hint the bottle has a blessing upon it and catching the curiosity of Nelly. “Do tell me when you figure it out.” Evelyn gestured in Sylas's direction. “You could always reapproach him for more talking and...touching.” The solution really was that simple for Nelly. Particularly in the event of her being so disheartened.
Their conversation went onward. “It would be less of a nightmare if the closet was bigger. Hmm, think if I asked Andy nicely, she'd allow me to expand her closet more? But to answer your question, Evelyn, yeah Heath or his adopted sister would be the most likely options since I know them the best. But I am like Nelly here too in the sense that I want to meet as many campers as possible. You have yet to be in the closet yourself, so I'd probably would want it to be you too since you haven't played yet. Or are you even interested in playing those kind of games?”
Taking a page out of Eve's book, Evelyn smiled through the unfavourable insinuation and touched Ethan's arm. “I appreciate the pity inclusion. There are other games I'm typically more invested in, but this one has managed to hold my attention,” she told him. “Add the right partner, I'm very interested in these kind of games.” What convenience this game did have a bottle that made sure it was the right partner for one reason or another.
Once again, they were able to move past the game talk and challenging. Thanks to herself and some real soul searching.
“Oh! I value my independence the most. I hate feeling caged in.”
Nelly's answer managed to prompt a smile out of Heath before he turned to her suddenly serious again. “If we're talking about tangible things, it be myself and my friends and family. Intangible, it's a tie between balance and the truth. Also, you mentioned I was either lying myself or being fake with my formalities. I hate lying so I didn't lie, but I was automatic in my delivery of saying 'nice to meet you'. You want my honest thoughts Evelyn? I personally don't like it when you accuse me of lying when you yourself lied about Hera being your mother. And I wonder why you did it to begin with. Was it to test if I had my mother's skills? While I do have my mother's skill for picking up lies, I am no where near as experienced as she is.”
She crossed her arms and stepped towards Heath. So he did have some nerves and buttons to push.
“Uh, Evelyn, I am to blame for Heath being polite. I was raised in the Southern US and manners have been drilled into me since I can remember so I've been trying to get Heath to be polite more. It never occurred to me that someone might find politeness offensive.”
Evelyn removed her eyes from the target to replace them on Ethan. She wished they didn't tag team or talk for one another, yet she found herself smiling sweetly at him. “I don't blame you, Ethan. The politeness isn't what I mind.” She looked back at Athena’s son. “It's how void it is. We're already at a time and age where words are meaningless to some. I guess I expected...better from you.” Evelyn shrugged and backed away. “Maybe I said a few things to acquaint myself with your abilities,” she confessed. “But it was by no means a waste of time on my account. I could say I'm sorry if you feel differently for having your powers exercised but...” she trailed off. As they discussed, they both preferred honesty and truthful statements, and she wasn't sorry.
“This official meet and greet has been interesting.” She smiled and returned to the shoreline where she sat. Nobody to challenge or interrogate there just the simplicity of water and sand. A little wind-down moment would be perfect and well-earned.