⌭ probatio

@m. sana "Ah, and here I thought I've finally unraveled your desires," he spoke in fake sorrow and regret when he heard her response, albeit his voice was quick to change to its previous demeanor when he continued, "Then. again, what use would a dinner be if we can be each other's five-course meal?"

@h. seungwoo “of course you do,”she huffed, more so to herself than anything. in these few minutes she’d known him, he had an ego bigger than a mountain but it was funny to her; seeing him answer her curiosities and unabashed innocence with such fluidity didn’t fail to amuse the fiery haired girl. it was charming in a way, but aggravating so. she was a serene person unless her flaw was ignited and it was so easy for it to be. did he have any knowledge of that though? Hmm... “Are you insinuating that you would rather have before anything? because if so...”she trailed off, perching down on the log, a coquettish flutter of her eyelashes as she blinked. “While I’m not interested in being, uh, ravished— I’d also like a dinner date first. Do you reckon we could do that first?”

@m. sana "I prefer confident than bold but I will take the compliment either way," he mused with a small nod as he daringly took her hand with his free hand before his arm s around her waist. Well, she agreed to be helped; might as well, go the extra mile, right. As he was leading the way, he let a low chuckle escape his lips upon the seemingly innocent question. For a woman that he previously described a wolf, she really sounded and acted... naive. Too naive; in fact, if he hadn't known any better, he would've deemed her so. "Well, I could answer that question better with actions. Should we demonstrate for research purposes?" Seungwoo asked, quite sultry yet mocking at the same time, before helping her sit down on a log just outside his tent.

@h. seungwoo she was baffled, at both how crass he was then also how blatant in his approach he was. deciding to just feign ignorance at what he meant though it was clear she wanted to rebut, she nodded. “Nice to meet you, han seungwoo. I’m Sana.” her hand, smaller and dainty was quick to slip out of his grasp once he was done with whatever display of devilish courtesy he showed, her fingers buried in the folds of her skirt. “Are you always this... bold?” The words slipped past plush tiers before she even knew it, curiosity dripping off her tongue as she took his arm, hand resting on his forearm. “A tshirt would be just fine, thank you.” she offered a nice smile, the kind that made her cheeks plump but it soon fell out of wonder when he spoke, her lower lip caught between pearly whites which she chewed on out of curiosity. “what’s a public stunt?”

@m. sana "I take it that if you do then you will be. I'm Han Seungwoo," he introduced with a quaint wink and a brief kiss on the back of her hand. Granted that she truly seemed perturbed by his presence, Seungwoo freed her hand; yet, his mischief stayed in his dark orbs thus he gestured back at his tent and said, "Rather than clothes, it would be more convenient to just... be bare. But, of course, if you insist with your pretense, I have a shirt, fit for your size, I've yet to throw out." Seungwoo had /always/ disposed of things that were not his the morning after a night of pleasure, but he was glad he had forgotten for an occasion like this. "Here. Let me help you," he, again, lent his arm for support albeit he temporarily recoiled to say, "Not unless you're into public stunts. I don't mind an audience or two, in such case."

@h. seungwoo it stung as she touched the scratches on her knees, fingertips dirtied with both soil and blood which she was quick to wipe on the hem of her dress. ugh, how peachy! Sana’s head snapped up the moment the familiar -how she hated how she knew the dark undertone and the familiarity of it- resounded next to her, an eyebrow raised as she spotted him holding her sketchbook. “Why do you assume I will be screaming for or because of you? I don’t even know your name,”she huffed almost petulantly, dainty yet lithe fingers slipping into his hand so she could stand up. Once she did, she made sure she’d dusted her dress off the dirt, scrunching her nose at how no matter how much she brushed there soil away from the side, it never seemed to go away. She nodded, turning her gaze to meet his. “Do you have something clean to change into?”

@m. sana For gods' sake, that was one hell of a screech! Had he not been oriented that the camp was enchanted to ward off monsters, he would've presumed a chimera or something of the sort crashed out his tent. With a heavy sigh, Seungwoo reluctantly left the premises of his /home's/ comforts and marched to the source of the voice. Damn it— oh, wait. Speaking of the devil, there she was: the wolf in sheep's clothing, he was thinking of; or should he now dub her little red riding hood. "You're still a few steps away from my tent yet you're already screaming. Could you just imagine the prospect?" Seungwoo asked, almost rhetorically, with a devilish smirk gracing his lips before bending down to gather the papers, which he assumed belong to her sketchbook. After which, Seungwoo lend her a hand to stand up, "Shall we?" It was unclear whether he meant they head to his place or a better place to sit on, but that was his plan, in the first place, to rouse out the answer he wanted to hear.

// i'm a man of my words lmao love u too bub :>

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@h. seungwoo // ICB YOU DID IT IM LAUGHING HAHAHAHA ilove you for it tho <3

her conversation with her friend ended with promises of hanging out over afternoon tea and desserts even if her fingers distractedly flit over the eggshell colored paper of her sketchbook. and when sana looked down, she was gazing into the face that had oh-so-nicely made her blush; or like she wanted to insist, the blush was due to the heat of the fire. he'd looked at her the predatorial way, the kind she fell so easily prey too and she vowed on zeus's gray haired balls she wouldn't fall for devilish trickery anymore. the tips of her fingers grazed over the page, feeling the dents of her pen where she'd pressed a bit too hard. would she keep her work? no. not this one. heaving a sigh, she lifted herself off the log, traipsing across the bonfire grounds and to the cabin areas.. in search of cabin 11. she'd never ventured into these parts of the camps especially that she was new so the sight was one to take; her gaze was wide and filled with awe as she looked around, everywhere but the way she was going. the toe of her boot caught onto the step in front of her, the one she missed and off she was sent flying, sketchbook wrenched out of her grip and into the air, falling in scattered papers all over just as she fell to her knees which stung with scratches."ah!" she exclaimed, quickly shifting her body so she could sit down, wincing as she gingerly touched her wounds.

@m. sana Night skies draped over the warm sunset; and, before Seungwoo knew it, he was back in his tent. Surely, the day proved to be lackluster despite having a great yet tiring morning to start off with. Apparently, last night he met someone of another cabin and when he says she's decent, she really is— perhaps, that was one thing he should remember about demigods: stamina. Nevertheless, he didn't bother to get her name seeing that she would practically just be an addition to his list. Speaking about that though, strangers, that woman he met recently; she was interesting. It wasn't to say she was completely different from the wolves in sheep's clothing he had met in the past, but it felt like there was something more to her. A different side. And Seungwoo would've loved to unravel that soon— whether in bed or land.

// come, look for me. okno.