[centre][b][h1][color=00a651]Michael[/color][/h1]
[h3]Also featuring [color=8dc73f]Connor[/color] and [color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/h3][/b]
Interacting with: Syleste, Erin ([@Vicier]) and anyone who allows themselves to be nuzzled by the every affectionate Moe. [/centre]

[color=00a651]"He's not a brute!"[/color] Michael said, pulling Moe further away from Erin, seemingly unphased by Erin's death glare towards him, narrowing his eyes instead at the daughter of Hades. He never really had a problem with her, but Moe was his dog. He didn't seem to notice that he wasn't stuttering as he spoke, [color=00a651]"You won't harm him, it wouldn't be pleasant for you if you did, Erin. He's my dog. He's friendly, and he's never hurt anyone. He's just clumsy and eager"[/color] He turned away from Erin, taking his attention away from her as Moe practically quivered with joy. 

Moe was so excited to have so many people around him, that he jumped about happily, going from person to person, his backside wriggling as his tail flicked about wildly, happily, a big dopey grin on his face, as he went to Elena, Alan, Webster, Faun and Liam, demanding their attention, a pat or scratch, but he came back happily to Syleste, and poked the smaller dog with his nose. Michael wasn't worried about Moe harming the smaller dog. Moe was a big bundle of softness, he could never seem to harm anyone. Prince however ...Michael had seen him stand up to things much bigger them himself. 

Michael turned his attention back to Syleste, a smile crossing his face as she looked to him, seeming to be happy to continue the conversation. Syleste was...everything Michael wanted, and he wanted to be able to give her....well, everything she wanted. A lot of campers treated her differently, as if she wasn't capable to doing everything they could do-Okay, archery and sword weilding probably wasn't something she could do, but with training, she could defend herself, he was sure of that. With increased hearing, she could be able to use a sword or a staff like her brothers to protect herself from any incoming blows. And the peagus were smart, he knew they wouldn't let her fall, and they generally knew where they were going anyway. A lot of the way Syleste was treated stemmed from Connor, Michael knew. BUt everyone, human and demi-god alike seemed to treat the blind, or the deaf and such as people that needed help in everything. 

Michael didn't. And he wanted to prove that to Syleste...and then maybe she might...might like him back. But it was hard to do anything. when Connor actively protected Syleste from anything-it might nnot be obvious but her older brother was just always [i]there[/i] watching her. [color=00a651]"I...I'm g-good, t-t-thank y-you. It is a l-l-lovely d-day...w-w-we...we c-c-c-c-c-could g-g-g-g-go f-f-f-for a w-w-walk l-l-later if you'd l-l-l-l-like..."[/color] His stutter returning, it seemed to get worse as he continued on, his brain yelling at him to stop, even as his mouth kept going, a hidden courage making itself known, and trying to get the words out before he lost it, he had trouble getting them to form without stuttering. [color=00a651]"I...I m-m-m-mean...um"[/color] Now at a lose for words, and feeling like he was making a fool of himself, he looked down at his hands holding Moe's collar. [i]she'd never want to go out with the likes of me. I'm too meek for her, I'll always just be a friend[/i]

He swallowed and would have said that it didn't matter, when Chiron and Mr D caught everyones attention. A stolen treasure? Blaming Alan, simply because of his older brother? [color=00a651]"That's not right! It's not even logical!"[/color] Michael said angerily, his stutter once more disappearing for those few words, not caring it Chiron or Mr D heard, or if Ares himself did. Someone didn't deserve to be blamed for what their family did. Shaking his head, Michael refrained from saying anything else. His opinion of the gods was varied. When it came to the choosing, Michael wasn't surprised when Alan chose Ky' vie. The daughter of Hephaetusus was honorable, a kind person, and very skilled. When he choose Erin, Michael was relieved. He was sure he had earned her wraith, with is words. [i]and the children of Hades are prone to holding grudges[/i]. 

And then he choose Connor, and Michael dared to hope. [i]If Connor goes, maybe...maybe I can do some things with Syleste[/i] What, he had no idea. Maybe he could just simply let her know some of his ideas, see if she was willing to try them. To build a strong, lasting thing, whether it was a building or a relationship, you needed a strong base, after all. [i]I can show her a different world, where she doesn't have to be limited, and maybe...maybe I can show her...all I am[/i]. When Connor accepted, Michael thought all his dreams would come true. [i]seven days[/i]. 

Michael hurried changed his expression, which he was sure was one of hope, when Connor made his way into the crowd, towards them all. [color=8dc73f]"I want you to stay safe, okay Syl? Everything will be okay, and look after Prince? A quest is no place for him, he'll probably attack a harpy or something. Tick of a dragon. Or another dog"[/color] The way Connor said it, Michael figured he was thinking of Cerebus in the underworld. Perhaps that was why Alan had chosen Erin, she could pave the way if they needed to go to the underworld, like the last time a treasure was stolen. But for the life of him, Michael couldn't think what even Hades would want with a pink dove. His heart almost stopped when Connor looked to Niesha and himself, [color=8dc73f]"Will you two make sure Syl is okay? With the way the camp is always changing, it can be a death trap, after all"[/color] Connor was willingly asking him to hang out with Syleste? Michael was sure his cheeks were bright red, sure his face was about to burst into flames. He hoped to god Connor didn't know what Michael was thinking. 

Niesha answered, with a smile [color=fff200]"Sure we can, but you should have more faith in Syleste. Still, that's what friends are for, right? It's not a hardship to spend time with people you like. Syl, if you get lonely in your cabin, you could always come stay in my room. You just have to not mind Moe, he likes to cuddle up, and changes his mind about who he does it with randomly. We can bring a bed in, and it could be like a slumber party"[/color] Michael envied Niesha her abiility to converse with anyone, to have that confidence to just talk so easily, and fluidly.