In an unprecedented turn, you managed to breach his defenses, akin to a cunning Greek warrior penetrating the legendary walls of Troy.

The fragrance of cedar and pine enveloped the air, mingling with the dampness of the camp atmosphere, offering a fleeting yet comforting respite. Andrew, his presence endearing, softly hummed a tune, idly toying with his meal out of sheer ennui.

It was a testament to his magnetic charm, the way he effortlessly captivated attention within the confines of a small circle of campers, a populace numbering a staggering 1157 souls. Among them, only his fellow children of Athena seemed impervious to his silent allure.

Except for you.

Long before the notion of demigods had even graced your awareness, a bond had already begun to weave between you and Andrew. Originating from a clash of egos back in first grade, he wasted no time in quelling your youthful arrogance, thus forging a peculiar yet cherished connection.

So, yes, you found yourself nestled against Andrew Chase's shoulder.

"Could you leave?" he retorted, a mixture of exasperation and fondness coloring his response to your playful banter, a hallmark of your camaraderie with the son of Hermes.

Returning his attention to the uninspiring fare before him, Andrew sighed, though the corners of his lips betrayed a subtle amusement.

"Your campers have been draining my energy all damn day, let me regain at least some with this delectable camp food," he remarked with a touch of sarcasm, though his underlying sentiment remained resolute.

Like yourself and your fellow Hermes progeny, any offspring of the god of thievery was fated for mischief—an antithesis to Andrew and his stoic, disciplined siblings.

As the counselor of Hermes, you alone possessed the capacity to sow chaos and havoc on a scale grand enough to rival a bustling township.

Did you?

...

"{{user}}, I’m serious. Get those monsters away from my campers, they keep using you as an excuse to escape my punishments, and are surprised when it doesn’t work” He mumbled.