"Anytime, Captain Oblivious." Tempe mocked, offering him a grin. "Could be worse." She teased, scoffing at him. "I'm making it sound exactly as bad as it is." She answered, rolling her eyes. "I do know that. And I do know you're also a big boy, and you'll live." She mocked, reaching up to sarcastically pat his arm. She snorted at him for the words, rolling her eyes. "I never said we would be in my cabin. And it doesn't glow, hair-for-brains. I'll just sleep in your cabin." She shrugged, giving his hand a light squeeze.

Zephyr rolled his eyes, then snorted quietly. He disagreed, but arguing with Tempe was like signing a death row contract. Her next words made an offended look come onto his face. "That's hard stuff, not something you learn easily." He huffed. "I will NOT live. Talking to you takes humongous amount of self restraint." He sniffed haughtily, a smile curling onto his face. He crossed his arms, wincing slightly as the wound on his stomach throbbed with pain. "It does too glow. All white and gold and glow-y." Zephyr huffed, lifting his eyebrows. "You do realize my cabin is the equivalent of the Underworld above, right? You hated the Underworld." He pointed out with a slight frown, glancing around again. There was a slight rustle from behind one of the Cabins, but Zeph wasn't in the mood to go over there and glare at whoever was listening in on their conversation.

"Then learn the hard way." Tempe huffed. "And talking to you requires a lack of braincells I didn't know I had." She teased, her smile fading at his wince. She hated seeing him in pain. "Hush. It does not." She huffed, her tone dull. Her eyes lingered on his abdomen in slight worry. "I don't care. I'll be with you, so it doesn't matter. And as long as it doesn't smell, I couldn't care less." She shrugged, glancing toward the rustling sound with a withering glare.

Zephyr groaned quietly, his only sound of disapproval. At her next words, he scowled, glaring at her a little. "You do realize some of your jokes are highly offensive and I am doing an amazing job at not just stomping off?" He huffed quietly, though his indignant expression flickered to a concerned look as she seemed to quiet. He decided to not show any more signs of pain, as it just made her concerned. He hadn't tried to wince, but it had happened anyway. "Hey, stop being concerned about me. I'm fine." He smiled, nudging her shoulder. He then paused with a small grin. "It may smell. I live there." He joked, then added, "It smells like damp earth, fresh rain, and flowers. Don't ask why." Zephyr was truthfully glad those angry glares were not going to be aimed at him again. It was bad enough just seeing it. Yeesh. A bell had begun to ring, so he slowly headed towards the tables, not letting go of Tempe's hand. He didn't want to accidentally lose her right now. He went to sit down at an empty table, far back in the corner, waiting for everyone to be called up to go get food. Sadly, tomorrow was underwater fighting- good thing there was no Posideon kids here. He internally winced at the thought. Zephyr still didn't like the water, but he would go anywhere if it meant being with Tempe.

"Do you realize yours are equally offensive and I am doing an amazing job of not smacking you?" Tempe drawled sarcastically. She huffed softly at his comment. "I'll never stop being concerned about you." She answered stubbornly, leaning into him slightly after the shoulder bump. She snorted softly at his comment. "Fair point. But I can deal with it, if it smells like you." She was already planning on stealing at least one article of his clothing when they got there, so she couldn't hate the way he smelled that much. "I won't." She shrugged, still observing the bushes with narrowed eyes. She huffed as the lunch bell rang, following him wherever he decided to go. She gently squeezed his hand as they moved, wobbling along at his side before they sat down. She set herself into his side, cuddling gently into him. "How many hoodies do you have?" She asked idly.

"Oh, yeah right, repeat one super offensive thing I've said." Zephyr snorted just as sarcastically, trying to glare at her next words, but a smile crept onto his face instead. Someone cared enough to be concerned. A rather special somebody.. who was annoyingly adorable and not that kind but rather witty in her ways of banter. Perfect. He gave her a slightly strange look at her next words. "Are you saying you like the way I smell?" He teased lightly. In his opinion, he smelled awesome, because he smelled like his cabin. Damp, cool, earthy, like a fresh rain on a sunny day. Zeph absolutely loved the smell of fresh rain. His cabin smelled like the forest, like all the flowers and trees, the cool, damp earth, the sunshine- not that sunshine had a smell. It just smelled like nature. Which was weird for a Hades cabin, but Zeph loved it. As they headed to the bench, he glanced at her with a slight frown. "That's it. You're seeing Chiron." He huffed. "You look like a penguin." Zephyr pointed out, slowly glancing at her again, lifting his eyebrows. "Have you EVER seen me wear a hoodie?" He asked with a scott, then paused. "One." He finally answered begrudgingly. "And I almost never wear it."

"How about, 'Talking to you takes a huge amount of self-restraint'?" Tempe snickered. "To throw one out off the top of my head. And yesterday you said I looked like a blind, drunk hag. Should I continue?" She challenged. She huffed at his comment, a light pink hue coming to her cheeks. "Without me sounding weird for it? Yeah. I love the way you smell. It makes me feel like I'm near you, and I love being near you." She answered quietly, the tiniest bit ashamed. When he said it like that, it obviously sounded weird. She let out the most offended noise as he spoke, practically yelping. "No! I will not be going to see that prick." She huffed. "I don't." She muttered, sinking into his side as if she could hide from the idea of being helped. "Aw." She huffed, dissapointed with his answer. "Like, once." She answered. "Well, it doesn't count, if you never wear it. I'll have to steal some shirts instead." She huffed.

"That's not rude! The words aren't offensive, it's the implied meaning that got you." Zephyr grinned, then made a face. "I'm sorry, but you were staggering around and looking all weird. It was true." He mumbled, hiding a smirk. "You can continue if you want, but I'll keep defending myself." He huffed quietly, then smiled widely at the look on her face. Score number, like, a million on the blushing scale. He was doing good. "That didn't sound weird. It, however, was weirdly sweet, considering your normal compliment is *talking to you requires a lack of braincells I didn't even know I had*." He grinned, his heart melted for the 9374th time. "Well, I love being near you too. I'm 99 percent sure you're the first person that's actually given me more attention than *AGH HES TERRIFYING* or *LOOK AT THAT IDIOT BAHAHA*. However, you're words are usually more along the lines of that second one. Anyway, back to the endearing speech, near you is where I always want to be." He smiled sweetly, though there was a devilish hint to it. "Yeesh, don't break my ears. Yes, you are. You forced me to! And I was barely even hurt! I'm not limping around like my leg was cut off." He huffed back, then smiled. Yeah, he didn't wear hoodies often. They didn't go along with his emo biker vibe. They would go along with the *don't look at me I hate everything* vibe, though, and that's why he owned one. "Wait, what? No, you're not stealing my shirts. I only have, like, 4 of them, and I need and love them all." He scoffed, shaking his head

"The implied meaning was rude." Tempe huffed, smacking him gently with her hand. "You're an ass sometimes." She hummed, her tone affectionate anyway. She huffed at him and turned to hide her face in his shoulder. She snickered softly at him as he continued. "It just means my real compliments are that much more special." She purred softly, still hiding her face in his shirt. She ignored part of his last sentence, focusing on the sweeter side. "Good. I'll always want to be near you too." She smiled, shifting to lay her head against his shoulder instead of burying it there. "You were bleeding! Profusely! This is just a swollen ankle!" She argued, huffing at him. "I'm not going." She said stubbornly. "Yes, I am. We cuddle, and that means I'm owed at least one article of clothing, whatever our relationship is. Consider yourself down to 3 shirts." She huffed.

"But the words weren't." He argued his point with a grin, which only grew wider at her words. "I try to be." He said cheerfully, glancing at her with a smile. Why did he love it so much when she did that? Maybe it was because she trusted him enough to. Or she wasn't disgusted by the thought. One of those sad reasons. "They are VERY special, for that reason, and I will cherish each one in my heart." Zeph commented with a smile, then glanced around. Food would be ready soon. For some reason he had worked up an appetite- he usually barely ate anything, which was bad, and he knew it. He needed more protein for sure. At her exclamations he sent a scowl her way. "I would've been FINE. I was bleeding profusely in Tartarus and I'm here now, aren't I? And a swollen ankle just gets worse the more you limp on it!" Concern squirmed it's way into his voice, portraying he wasn't just saying this to argue. He was genuinely worried about it. And her. "I will drag you. If I have to, I will knock you out and just carry you over there." He said threateningly, adamant on the subject. "You. Are. Going." Zephyr finished, then lifted his eyebrows even more. "That is NOT how it works. I don't owe you anything, especially not CLOTHING. However, if you have to take something, just take the hoodie." He argued, then paused, some of the words she said nagging at him. Zephyr stared into the distance for a couple seconds, quieting immensely, then glancing at her. "What.. is this relationship we have going.. called? Or what is it, period?" He finally asked, rather tentatively, searching for an answer from her. He wanted her opinion.