To Hale
Something was up with Apollo. Ares could feel it. He wasn't sure what to do or say about it, though. He wasn't even sure how to react, really. He felt like maybe Apollo was keeping something from him, and he'd never felt that way before. It was unsettling, and he didn't like it. He wondered if it had something to do with Link. The way that Apollo hadn't wanted to deface the kid... It bothered Ares. Something was going on, and he was going to have to find out what.
For now, though, he had to focus on his project for... What class was it? He couldn't even remember. He'd gotten a hold of some herb from Professor Mullen's lab and he'd mixed it with some weed to smoke. Whatever he'd concocted, it was amazing, and he was high as a kite as he laid in the grass in the court yeard and waited for Hale to come along. He was all sprawled out, his books laying next to him in a neat stack as he stared up at the sky. He was out of it, completely lost at the moment, and it was obvious. When Hale came into view, the older boy leaning over him, Ares arched a brow.
"You look like an elf," he said with a slow smile. "A pretty one."
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