Unbalanced Galaxy

Koda only stopped running when they came to the infirmary steps. He hadn't put down Jarek either even though there was a red mark going across his face. The son of Nemesis looked for an empty cot and put Jarek down on it.

"We need a healer!" Koda screamed, glaring up at the room, then back down at Jarek's hand. He looked it over to make sure it wasn't too badly wounded, which it was, and sat down by his feet. A girl came over and looked at the son of Ourania's hand too. She had apparently seen worse since she didn't even bat an eye.

"What happened?" She asked, but before Jarek could answer, Koda did.

"It doesn't matter. It was an accident. Just make his hand better."

The girl blinked before she started to pick the shards of glass from his hand.

Koda shook his head and mumbled something underneath his breath. Then said out loud. "If you were shot in the heart I doubt you would be talking all that sass right now." He snapped back. He folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. "Just give him a square of ambrosia and wrap his hand up since he's such a strong son of a Muse." He cooed mockingly. The healer looked between the two campers.

"Hm, alright, then." She continued picking the glass out, then cleaned the wounds.

"What? Do I need to do my trick again for you to shut the f*ck up?" This was definitely the Nemesis jerk coming out in Koda. He wiped the blood fom his face and let lose a growl. "Aw, what are you going to do me? Star me to death? No, let me guess, you're going to DIY galaxy my hair?" Koda snorted and stood up from the cot. He rubbed his fingers together in thought, deciding to give Jarek a bit of good luck. He'd never admit to it, though.

Koda's eyes went wide when Jarek pulled him down so that their faces were close to each other. A cocky smirk came across his face. "...I would love to see you try, Starboy." Koda patted the side of his face before yanking his collar from Jarek's grasp. "And if anyone here would look good with galaxy hair. Dye it white, then add blue, purple, and blue sparkles to it or some shit like that." Koda said, turning his gaze to a guy that was walking passed. Damn, he had a nice ass.

Koda rolled his eyes at Jarek. He didn't say anything to the guy, just rolled his eyes. He knew that pulling a trick like that was his last go to and honestly he felt bad about it. The son of Nemesis felt bad about it because he knew that Jarek didn't deserve to see whoever he saw. Taking in a deep breath, Koda plopped down on the cot by Jarek's waist and opened his mouth. "Sorry."

Koda rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for Jarek's sassy ass. "I like Czech just fine, thank you very much, Jarek. Just accept my apology so I can stop feeling bad about myself." He murmured the last part, hoping that Jarek didn't hear him. He really hoped that Jarek was okay not only physically, but mentally.

Koda knew that it wasn't okay, but he didn't want Jarek to say it. He turned his gaze away from the son of Ourania and stared at the window. He knew that he had to make it up to Jarek, but how? Shaking his head, Koda moistened his lips and sighed heavily. "Shit, I know it's not okay." He ran a hand through his hair and avoided eye contact.

"...And I'm guessing you're not going to tell me who you saw, then? Mostly because I'm pretty sure I don't know the person." Koda shrugged his shoulders. He wondered if Julieta and Mikaela reacted differently to seeing their own individual nemesis. "...I have an hour before archery class with the Apollo kids so speak up and tell me." He paused. "Please."

Koda rolled his eyes. He wanted to say something smart to Jarek, but knew that it wasn't the time. He didn't know to what extent he hurt Jarek and he was afraid if he said something else than the son of Ourania would burst into tears. He didn't do tears. From anyone. "...Fine."

Koda sighed too and shook his head. He still felt bad about hurting Jarek, but he couldn't let that be seen. "...Truth or dare? You pick truth? Perfect." He moistened his lips before continuing. "How many d*cks have you sucked?" He asked bluntly. He could see the healer's surprised look on her face, but didn't care. He was curious.

Koda smirked. "Uh, three or four. I'm usually the one to get, y'know." He smirked, folding his arms over his chest. For some reason, taking about this made things a lot less stressful between the two of them. Jarek sat back down on the cot, this time closer to Jarek's face and ran a hand through his dark hair.

Koda raised an eyebrow and looked at Jarek. He didn't know what exactly what team Jarek played on. Whether if he was a pitcher or a catcher, the son of Nemesis would find out later. "Yeah, sorry about your hand. Maybe you shouldn't be such a p***y." He snorted, then turned his head away so that the son of Ourania didn't see how bad he felt about everything.

Koda laughed a bit and shoved Jarek back. "Shut up. The way you were acting before, you seemed to love my dickish ways." The son of Nemesis took in a deep breath and turned his attention to the Czech demigod. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have continued to twerk on me like you did."