She hops off the chair. “I gotta get going.” she head to the door, then she stops and looks over her. “If you want help with—uh—training, I can help.” she then leaves the Aphrodite cabin.
"Ye’ could use a quarterstaff instead. It’s mostly for blockin’ and parryin’ attacks. And it’s got a long reach so ye’ can stay further away from yer opponent."
"Yes, I like this. Is there one of those laying around?"
"So, you call me to teach you how to use this and then in your first try you give up?" he sighs. "Seriously, Malia?"
"Hey, I said that you really didn’t have to, and that I might chicken out. Well, here we are."
"I am. He’s interested if you are."
"Hmmmmm." She smiles. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
"Just wondering. Oh, by the way, Ren is totally single," he says dropping the casual act because he figures Malia will see through it anyway.
"Ren? Oooh." she says, giggling. "You’re condoning me dating your brother?"
The moment they were walking, he looked down at their hands, the first time they held hands he seemed fine, but now he wasn’t, probably because they were on a date and he was worrying too much about fucking everything up. He took in a deep breath and then he looked up at her. “What do you think about Adventure Land?” he grinned and then brushed away the hair that was blocking his vision using his hand. He probably should have put a wax on his hair.
Anyways planning where they were going wasn’t a trouble, since he thought that maybe Malia would like to go to an Amusement Park and he wasn’t much fond of such fancy restaurants. But maybe someday, when this first date would work out and they would have another date he would bring her to one. If she wanted that. It was funny to think how he was considering that the two of them would have another date when he still doesn’t even know how this one would work out.
It was weird because he was somehow wishing there would be another one. Blinking repeatedly, he glanced at her and then smiled, “How’ve you been anyways?” he asked before looking ahead once again. He was actually glad that the both of them were going out, since he’s been going insane worrying about Chase and Jesse. He was not used to worrying, mostly he just does stuff and he wouldn’t care as long as he would have fun, he doesn’t even worry about the consequences of everything he does. Right now he was probably not caring that much, this would be fun, he was certain of that.
"Adventure Land?" she repeated, trying the words on her tongue, as if to test how they sounded on her voice for when she told the story of their first date. He took me to Adventure Land. She remembered, briefly, when she used to call life an adventure with a straight face, thinking she hadn’t sounded foolishly naive or starry-eyed. Malia doesn’t miss that part of her life, and she’s not about to pick up that phrase again, but it felt nice being reminded of a time when she was blindly happy. “Sounds perfect.” she says warmly, almost thanking him for the small moment of happy nostalgia he didn’t know he caused.
She walked out of camp with him, their hands intertwined the whole while. Maybe it was just because she was craving affection, but Malia felt hyperaware of the way their fingers wove together, the amount of tension, the warmth growing in the spaces between their palms. It was like a bond: a promise that, at least for today, he would stay with her. Today, she could let herself forget, relax, be a teenager going on a date. She hadn’t been to an amusement park in what felt like a long, long time. Perhaps she was long overdue, and somehow Rhys understood that. Or maybe she was reading into everything too much. Still, as a faint scent of his cologne wafted by, she visualized the amount of effort he put into this date. After all, he certainly cleaned up nice. Maybe he was more intuitive than she had given him credit for, an idea that made her more nervous than pleased…
She might’ve tripped had Rhys not spoken once again, yanking her attention back to him. She easily stepped over the root sticking out from the ground, compulsively bringing a hand to run through her hair. “Oh, this week has been crazy. I’m trying to train more often and, quite frankly, I suck.” She chuckled, her smile turning sheepish. “How about you?”