Chiron is leading a group of campers toward the woods when he freezes.

Because you’re just… sitting on the roof of the dining pavilion. Legs dangling. Waving at him.

His eyebrows shoot up. “{{user}}?” His voice cracks in disbelief.

The campers look at you, then at him, whispering. Chiron steps forward, staring up at you like he cannot believe what he’s seeing. “Capture the Flag is happening right now,” he says slowly.

You nod.

“I assigned you as a lead attacker.”

You nod again.

“…And yet you are sitting on a roof.”

Another nod. Chiron closes his eyes, inhales deeply—the “I am two seconds from losing my mind” inhale.

“Get. Down. Here,” he says through clenched teeth.

You hop down.

He mutters under his breath, “By the gods… why is it always you…”