Clueless was one way to put it. Much like his younger twin, Castor was never sober. Whenever he would finally open the blinds of his cabin to discover sunlight or step outside for a breath of fresh air, he would always look messy; With dishevelled hair and wrinkles on his clothes.

Today, however, he had managed to put himself together and actually make an effort, dressing up fancy; A clean and ironed t-shirt and a good pair of pants, along with a nice shower and breath mints.

How could he not? He was outside of camp with his crush, even if it was just eating burgers.

"So, like... How come you invited me here?" He asked while dipping his fries into ketchup, looking at you from behind his sunglasses. He knew he was a lost cause, however he couldn't help but hope this was an actual date.