the queen in the sun (p)

Koda had to admit that he enjoyed the way the Sun felt on his clay colored body. It was a relief to finally be done with training for the rest of the afternoon. The son of Nemesis sore to any and every god that if one of those sons of Ares would've pushed him one more time, then things would have gone south. Fast. Koda pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he sat crisscross on the sandy shore. He came here for many reasons: one of them being watching Bruno surf. Oh, Bruno. Koda chuckled to himself and flipped through his magazine.

Koda looked over his sunglasses at the redhead that was talking to him. "Yep, that's me." He looked her up and down and smirked. "You must be...Mikaela? Daughter of Hedone? No, wait, Eros. That's right. You're that French boy's half sister. Can I help you with something?" He added. His attention went back to Bruno who was waxing his surfboard, then back at Mikaela. "Or are you here to get your...artificial tan?" Yeah, he was one of those mean, sassy gay. Sue him.

Koda gave Mikaela a smirk and shook his head at the Danish girl. He turned his attention to Bruno. "Learn more about me and my friends? Why would you want to know that, Mikaela?" He laid back on his elbows and sighed. "I doubt you want to learn about me." He answered truthfully.

Koda couldn't help, but to chuckle. "That might be true, but he's easy on the eyes." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "Look, why do you want to get to know me and more importantly, what do you currently know?" Koda brushed off his lightly sanded red tank and looked over at her. "Well?"

"...You should also know that when someone has too much good luck, as you seem to have, I make it my gay ass business to bring them down." He looked Mikaela up and down. The son of Nemesis smirked, shaking is head and turning his attention back to ocean.

The son of Nemesis looked over at Mikaela again and smiled. "...Hm. At least you're beautiful and alluring, hm?" Koda smirked and stared back over the water. "You'll have to excuse me. I've been d*ck thirsty for the past month or so."

Koda gave her a smile. He did have to admit that he admired her confidence. He reached into his black bag and tossed her a small packet of gummy bears. That was his way of being nice. "Oh, really?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Mikaela wants to play matchmaker, huh? I suppose if anyone would do it, I'd rather have you." The son of Nemesis took in a deep breath and tried to go back to relaxing.

"I'm not into utter stupidity." Koda smirked, shaking his head. "I like guys who can handle me." He answered plainly. "Handle my attitude, this cake, and everything else." Koda moistened his lips. "Who appreciates my culture and who I am." The son of Nemesis grinned a bit. "And who know what they're doing." He exhaled sharply and laid back.

"My culture?" That took him by surprise. "Well, Like every other native tribe, Navajos have been treated badly by the Europeans." He rolled his eyes. "It's a beautiful. culture with a rich history."

Koda rolled his eyes and looked at Mikaela. "Europeans. Whites." The son of Nemesis looked over at her. "But don't worry, I'm not a racist. Racists are idiots who judge and generalizes whole groups of people."

"...Oh. In that case, you're right." Koda looked her up and down and flicked his wrist, making her a little bit more luckier than before. The son of Nemesis laid completely flat on his back and sighed heavily. "Y'know, life at camp has be--."

"Hey, Mikaela! Hey, Koda!" Bruno waved from a couple of yards in front of them. "Mikaela, you're very pretty. Do you surf?"

Bruno frowned and walked away to go back to surfing. Koda smirked and looked over at Mikaela. "Well aren't you nice. Anyway, life here has been good. So many different kinds of people are here and it's honestly a good thing." Koda looked back at the ocean and took in a deep breath. "It's refreshing."