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[color=#B1DB30][sup][b]Location:[/b] Training Grounds - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Imogen Parsons ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup][/color]
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[color=Silver]It was such a nice day... so beautiful.

Thumb pressing down on the lock button on the side of his phone; Kepano slipped it back inside the confines of his pocket. It had taken him a while to do, but finally, all the text messages he'd gotten were now answered. As were a few of the emails that he'd recieved during his little hiatus from all the responsibilities that awaited him right here in camp. Not that there were too many, or that they were really of too much importance. No. The most he did was cook and look after the plants... help his brother, sister and Katherine with the crops... Stuff that could be done by others when he wasn't around, or really, even when he was around it wasn't like he was the only one there that was capable of the tasks. Either way, he was covered.

Head lifting, having all intentions of gazing back up at the vast open sky hanging so gloriously above the camp; he instead found his body colliding with something soft- something warm. And amongst the surprise, the familiar voice of someone he recognized hit his ears in the sound of an apology.

Hands falling from the warmth of his pockets; Kep instead reached out, taking a gentle hold of the woman's hips. His fingers curling lightly over her curves as he planted his feet into the ground, helping to keep the both of them steady and upright. It wasn't as though this were an everyday occurance-... well... there were a handful of times he was pretty sure a few people around the camp had [i]"accidently'[/i] fallen or stubled into him while he'd been walking around and minding his own business. But it wasn't like he had any proof of that. And besides... one: he didn't exactly mind when it happened, in fact, he rather enjoyed it; and two: he was pretty sure this wasn't one of those times. Either way, the very last thing he needed was to be the one responsible for sending a pretty little thing like Imogen tumbling down to the ground.

Greyson would never forgive him for putting a scratch on that gorgeous face of hers.

[color=#4EBE1D]"Gen, it's fine."[/color]

Head turning down; Kepano locked his dark gaze with her own. Giving it a light shake, and causing his green hair to sway gently back and forth with the action as he took a moment to move the both of them further off to the side, and out of the way of anyone training or who wanted to get past them, [color=#4EBE1D]"I wasn't exactly paying too much attention myself. Guess we both just gotta take it a little easier next time. Besides... wouldn't want anything to happen to that beautiful smile of yours now, would we..? You're brother would totally kill me."[/color]

Lifting a single hand from where it was resting over her hip, he gently cupped her chin. Taking the chance to run the pad of his thumb slowly over her bottom lip before eventualy, he pulled away. Giving her a quick wink as he returned both his hands back to the confines of his jacket pockets, [color=#4EBE1D]"So, I know where [i]I'm[/i] going; but where are you headed all distracted like that..? By the look on your face, it doesn't really seem like you were thinking about coral and pegasi..."[/color][/color]