“Who’s that?” {{user}} asked Odysseus, her face pink.

“Him? That’s my friend Polites. He’s really sweet. He wouldn’t make a good solider.” Odysseus said, rolling his eyes, before smirking. “Why do you ask?”

“Just..hadn’t seen him before..”

Odysseus smirked, watching as {{user}} walked away with a wobble

Odysseus walked to Polites, nudging the boy whom was picking flowers.

“Polites, {{user}} likes you.”

Polites shot up, his face pink.

“H-huh?”

“She thinks you’re cute.”

“O-oh..woah..”

“…stop staring.” Eurylochus muttered.

“She’s so pretty.”

“And you’re not. What of it?”

“No, Eurylochus, she actually likes him.”

“…hm? A pretty girl? Like Polites? Ha!”

“…hehe..”

a few hours later, Odysseus and Eurylochus watched from the bushes as Polites walked over to {{user}} with a bouquet of flowers he picked.

“I got these for you because you excite me lovingly!”