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It was a calm and quiet morning. Sloane noticed a storm at the tail end of the evening the previous night when her and Liam were already back at his cabin. But you wouldn't know that even a drop fell by the state of the day. The sun was out and warm, while a soft breeze rustled the leaves and tossed her slightly knotted hair around her face that she didn't bother brushing when she woke up. Rocco had taken to finding a stick and bringing it to her, which she then promptly tossed and watched him chase after it.
Perhaps on his seventh or eighth time returning, Sloane heard soft footsteps approach. She knew that Rocco was a secret, or Liam made it seem that way. She wasn't sure what kind of remanding could happen if the wrong people discovered the pup. She snatched up the little ball of energy, hoping to hurry inside with him but the quiet blonde already saw him before Sloane could even manage to get to her feet.
The girl stood there awkward and quiet for far longer than what would be considered a comfortable silence. It was enough to make Sloane shift uncomfortably and her brows furrow. But finally, the blonde pulled out a notebook, which only seemed more confusing, and began to write. If she continued writing for much longer, Sloane would have stood up and snatched the pad from her hand. She had no idea what the girl was writing, but after standing there, staring awkwardly, it felt like she was being observed like an experiment. Either way, she didn't appreciate it in the slightest.
Maybe the girl sensed Sloane's discomfort or who knows, but she then turned the notebook around revealing what she had written. "Good morning. My name is Iliana and I am Demeter's daughter. I can't talk so this how I communicate with others. I am new to the camp this year. Sorry to disturb you, but do you know where the infirmary is?"
It had seemed since her time at this camp that people had no issue coming straight up to her and starting conversations. Sloane has never been known to be the most friendly nor talkative. And to the best of her knowledge, her resting bitch face tended to match. She held Rocco in her lap making sure he didn't run away as her brows pulled together. "I have no idea," was all she managed to force out. Her knowledge of the camp was little to none. She could find her way to the beach, main hall and old cabin, but anything else she had no clue.
Then as if on cue, Liam stepped out onto the porch. His presence made Rocco jump from her lap to run over to his owner happily. Sloane glanced over her shoulder to see the giant holding up a pair of her shorts and... her bra? "Good morning, Sunshine. Time to turn those noodle arms into... killing machines!" Her cheeks turned bright red and eyes widened.
Before he could have the chance to say or do anything else embarrassing, Sloane jumped up to her feet and snatched the clothes from his hands. "I need to shower," she concluded before scurrying inside and toward the bathroom. It didn't quite cross her mind until she was in there and the water was running that she left Iliana standing there with Liam. But either way, she was no help. Perhaps he would be, or not. Either way, she didn't want him airing out her undergarments for the world to see.
Sloane didn't waste too much time getting clean. Enough that it could be assumed that Iliana was no longer lingering outside the cabin and Liam had probably migrated inside. She wasn't a fan of wearing something so revealing. When was the last time she had her mid-drift visible to anyone other than herself, let alone a group of someones? It seemed that her entire time at camp was designed to test her boundaries and get her outside her comfort zone. That was a success at least.
With a sigh, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and adjusted her clothing once more for good measure. Then she walked back out into the living room to find Liam waiting for her. "As ready as I'll ever be."
It was a calm and quiet morning. Sloane noticed a storm at the tail end of the evening the previous night when her and Liam were already back at his cabin. But you wouldn't know that even a drop fell by the state of the day. The sun was out and warm, while a soft breeze rustled the leaves and tossed her slightly knotted hair around her face that she didn't bother brushing when she woke up. Rocco had taken to finding a stick and bringing it to her, which she then promptly tossed and watched him chase after it.
Perhaps on his seventh or eighth time returning, Sloane heard soft footsteps approach. She knew that Rocco was a secret, or Liam made it seem that way. She wasn't sure what kind of remanding could happen if the wrong people discovered the pup. She snatched up the little ball of energy, hoping to hurry inside with him but the quiet blonde already saw him before Sloane could even manage to get to her feet.
The girl stood there awkward and quiet for far longer than what would be considered a comfortable silence. It was enough to make Sloane shift uncomfortably and her brows furrow. But finally, the blonde pulled out a notebook, which only seemed more confusing, and began to write. If she continued writing for much longer, Sloane would have stood up and snatched the pad from her hand. She had no idea what the girl was writing, but after standing there, staring awkwardly, it felt like she was being observed like an experiment. Either way, she didn't appreciate it in the slightest.
Maybe the girl sensed Sloane's discomfort or who knows, but she then turned the notebook around revealing what she had written. "Good morning. My name is Iliana and I am Demeter's daughter. I can't talk so this how I communicate with others. I am new to the camp this year. Sorry to disturb you, but do you know where the infirmary is?"
It had seemed since her time at this camp that people had no issue coming straight up to her and starting conversations. Sloane has never been known to be the most friendly nor talkative. And to the best of her knowledge, her resting bitch face tended to match. She held Rocco in her lap making sure he didn't run away as her brows pulled together. "I have no idea," was all she managed to force out. Her knowledge of the camp was little to none. She could find her way to the beach, main hall and old cabin, but anything else she had no clue.
Then as if on cue, Liam stepped out onto the porch. His presence made Rocco jump from her lap to run over to his owner happily. Sloane glanced over her shoulder to see the giant holding up a pair of her shorts and... her bra? "Good morning, Sunshine. Time to turn those noodle arms into... killing machines!" Her cheeks turned bright red and eyes widened.
Before he could have the chance to say or do anything else embarrassing, Sloane jumped up to her feet and snatched the clothes from his hands. "I need to shower," she concluded before scurrying inside and toward the bathroom. It didn't quite cross her mind until she was in there and the water was running that she left Iliana standing there with Liam. But either way, she was no help. Perhaps he would be, or not. Either way, she didn't want him airing out her undergarments for the world to see.
Sloane didn't waste too much time getting clean. Enough that it could be assumed that Iliana was no longer lingering outside the cabin and Liam had probably migrated inside. She wasn't a fan of wearing something so revealing. When was the last time she had her mid-drift visible to anyone other than herself, let alone a group of someones? It seemed that her entire time at camp was designed to test her boundaries and get her outside her comfort zone. That was a success at least.
With a sigh, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and adjusted her clothing once more for good measure. Then she walked back out into the living room to find Liam waiting for her. "As ready as I'll ever be."