[hr][h1][b][i][color=00FCD8][center]Aster Damien Luxiel[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]http://i66.tinypic.com/a0do20.jpg
[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00FCD8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Wyandotte County Lake Park
[color=00FCD8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Aster remain unaware of the disgusting prank the boy was playing, enjoying the feeling of weightless from floating on the lake. There wasn’t any sense of responsibility or worrying about other people. You could just watch the world turn and not give a damn about clothes or parents. But with water came pruning and Aster would be [i]damned[/i] if he’d be seen with wrinkles. He let himself indulge for a few minutes longer, diving beneath the surface before he stepped back up on land. His nose wrinkled at the smell of fish gut and the mess splattered all over his jacket. While certainly annoying, the jacket would disappear soon anyways. Leave it to an Ares kid to pick the worst target for a prank. Idiots.

He grabbed his sandals out of his bag and slipped them on after making sure his feet were clean of dirt. Aster didn’t bother with other clothes, lacking the typical embarrassment nudity inflicted. He made his way up to the fire, using the conjured shirt as a mat to protect him from the ground. He pulled his phone out of his bag, logging into instagram and scrolling as he caught up on the world at large. 

[color=00FCD8]“Have we figured out who his parent might be yet?”[/color] Aster asked, not looking up from his phone. [color=00FCD8] “And by the way, I’m showing him around camp when we get back. Finders keepers and all that.”[/color]