Zephyr scoffed, looking jokingly offended. "Whacking hurts, you know. I'm already injured." He pointed out with a slightly pitiful look, then snorted. "I never have to fix mine. I just mess it up again, and poof! New hairstyle." he grinned, then scowled, his grin disappearing as quickly as it came. "No- no no no no no. I am NOT hairstylist material, nor invested with your hair at ALL." He huffed, making a mental note to prove his point by NOT touching her hair again anytime soon. However, since apparenty he had ADHD and he needed something to do, he continued trailing small circles on her back. "Oh come on, you're not doing nothing. It must take some spark inside that brain to think up the words." he rolled his eyes. "Your heart is still beating, you are still breathing, and your hands are moving, which all requires more than nothing." Zeph snorted, a little unpleased that the sun had come out from behind a cloud and was beating down on them. Don't get him wrong, he loved to sit in the sun, it was a nice feeling- however, he didn't like being viciously burned by the sun.

"Ah hush, you'd be fine." Tempe mocked, lifting her head to brush a kiss against his temple. "Well, not all of us are blessed like you, Zeph." She said sarcastically, gently curling his hair through her fingers. It was so soft, it almost irritated her. "No! I like you talking about it. Don't stop. And keep playing with my hair, it feels good." She said, sitting upright for a moment to get her point across, her hands settling on his shoulders. She settled back down after a moment, letting out a small breath as he rubbed her back. The gentle, reassuring movement was so pleasant to her. She gave a scoff at his words, shaking her head. "There's no need to get into technicalities, you brat." She chuckled, sitting up straight to stretch her back out. Something seemed to tell her he wasn't quite in love with something in the environment, so she shifted and continued to toy vaguely with his hair. "Do you want to move? I can toss my stuff in your cabin and we can chill there until dinner, if you want." She suggested.

Zephyr smiled slightly, his skin tingling where her lips brushed it. Gosh, he just wanted more of that feeling, but he for darn sure wasn't going to say anything. Yet. "You could be. You just need to try it." He chuckled lightly, then lifted his eyebrows, a little surprised. "Okay okay, no need to freak out." He teased lightly, moving one hand to continue toying with her hair, as she asked. He wondered how she could even tell, if it was literally 2 feet from her body. Zephyr laughed lightly at her words. "You always seem to be insulting me, you know that?" He asked with a slight smile, leaning in slightly to gently kiss her head. "Yes, I actually do want to move. The sun is trying to kill me." He answered, pushing himself to his feet, stretching his back out. He then started towards her cabin. "I'll help you get your stuff." He said lightly, pausing a moment to wait for her. He had held back the wince of pain, as he didn't want her worried about him again, but the wound on his stomach was quite painful.

Tempe simply chuckled at him, stretching out slightly. "Trust me, I'm right on this one." She teased, offering him a smile in response to his reaction. "I was not freaking out." She muttered, closing her eyes for a moment. "It's my love language, what can I say?" She teased, dipping her head so he could reach her better. A slight pink flush warmed her cheeks, and she offered him an utterly thrilled smile. "I thought so." She shrugged, getting out of his lap and to her feet with minimal struggle. She grabbed her high-top, since it couldn't be worn with the brace, and followed him as he walked. "You wanna help me with my whopping one bag of belongings?" She teased, following with a little bit less of a limp. It still hurt quite a bit, but it could've been worse.

Zephyr smiled a little, then shrugged. "Okay then, I won't argue with you. You have way more fashion sense than me." He chuckled, then smirked. "Were, and someone playing with your HAIR?" He asked with a sarcastic tone, grinning at the look on her face. She always looked so happy whenever he got within 5 feet of her. It was kind of adorable. "Well of course I'll help with that whopping bag. That's what a good boyfriend would do." He sniffed, trying not to wince as they approached the cabin. It was so bright! He opened the door and went in. "Okay, gather up your whopping bag of stuff and I will carry that whopping bag of stuff over to my cabin." He chuckled quietly, trying not to look at all the gold.

"There you go. How hard was that?" Tempe mocked, giggling slight at his next comment. "No. Insulting people." She snickered. "But playing with my hair is pretty close." She added, offering him another grin as the word boyfriend came out of his mouth. "I think you're a pretty good boyfriend, bag or no bag." She joked making her way in after him and picking up her bag from by the door. She hadn't unpacked a thing. Everything was untouched, minus one bed. She made her way back to him and offered him the light bag. "I could carry it myself, you know." She smiled.

"Very, VERY hard." Zephyr answered with a dramatic sigh. "Pfft, oh, okay. Well I can help with that." He rolled his eyes, then smiled, hoping he wasn't going to die from a heart attack. A good one. Could heart attacks be good? He decided to mark that unresolved, put a mental note on it, and move on. "Well thanks, even though I could tell that was a joke." He grinned, taking the bag. "The very fact you're letting me carry it speaks fathoms, so don't you worry." He teased, but honestly, it was scarily light. She might have about the same amount of personal belongings as him! He went back to his cabin, only a little ways away, and opened the door to have the woodsy smell hit his nose. He let out a slightly relieved breath to be back in the dark area, the granite walls covered with shiny Obsidian. Of course, the statue of Cerberus sat in the middle of the back wall, and there were a lot of ornamental skulls everywhere, but other than that- it was bare. There were no lights and no windows, but it still seemed to emit a slightly eerie glow, just enough that everything was lit up a little. Since he could see in the dark, it didn't matter, but he increased the glow slightly for Tempe. He walked over to his bunk and shoved his special unbreakable skull further back in the nook it was in. There was nothing else- just a single bag sitting on the ground, and it was empty. Everything else seemed to be untouched. "Lucky for me, my clothes are hidden." He joked.

Tempe rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She teased, reaching over to gently take his hand. "Just because it was a joke doesn't mean it isn't true." She offered, grazing her thumb over the back of his knuckles. She chuckled softly at him. "Fair point. I'll still worry anyway, though." She quipped, following him into the Hades cabin with a tilted head. She grinned slightly at the... kind of over the top Darkness. The statue of Cerberus was cool, but the amount of skulls seemed overkill. She could tell he didn't personalize it much- or at all. None of his belongings were anywhere. She raised her eyebrows and simply walked over to his bed, tossing herself under the covers and wiggling in with a huff. "This place is nice." She muttered, closing her eyes for a moment. The bed smelled like him, and it was soft, and comfortable- she couldn't think of a singular place She would rather be.

Zephyr scoffed quietly, a couple answers for her *rude* words in his mind, but he ignored every one, too busy relishing the sound of her next words. "Well you're the best girlfriend ever as well, no matter how many mean things you say to me." He teased lightly, snorting at her next words. In the cabin, he glanced at her to see her expression, aaaalmost expecting disgust or revolution. However, he was schooled again, as he saw the grin on her face. As she stole his bed, he huffed quietly. "That's MY bed. I'll give you a single shirt if it means I at least have somewhere to sleep." He joked with a roll of his eyes, walking over to a corner of the room and kneeling down. He carefully felt the floor, then a click sounded and he stepped back. The floor slid open with a stone grinding sound, then a couch literally lifted out of the floor. "Ah, the dramatic flair of Hades like things." He commented. The couch was just plain black leather with a soft velvety top to go over it. "See? Couch." He said, then pulled a metal box out from under the bed. He unclipped the clasps, and opened the box, where a very small quantity of clothing was folding in a neat manner. "There."

"I know. That's why I'm in it." Tempe huffed sarcastically. "You don't wanna shaaaaaaaarrreee?" She joked, stretching out a little bit. She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed as he walked away. She offered him a grin as the couch rose. "He certainly loves his flair. Nice touch, though." She teased, watching him come back with a smile. She looked down at his meager amount of clothing and then back at him. "Pick one. I'll take anything you give me." She teased, reaching out to gently ruffle his hair. "You need more clothes, Zeph." She huffed, toying with a particularly long tendril of his hair.