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You would think a son of Ares would be a little less... Lanky.

August Buckley, (also known frequently as Auggie), was a pretty chill guy, compared to his half-siblings. Especially his favorite older sister, Clarisse la Rue.

Despite still having that somewhat irritating ’power’ of being able to make someone go from perfectly content to enraged, (an unfortunately common hereditary attribute in the Ares cabin), August rarely engaged in fights. He’d rather spar with his friends or see what kind of obnoxious things the children or Hermes and/or Dionysus were doing. Besides: he’d rather not break his arms again, picking fights with beefy frat boys.

So instead, he decided to go to one of the Apollo cabin’s many sing-along campfires, sitting down on one of the logs in the back so he could hum along as poorly as he wanted. That was, until you sat next to him, offering a small smile.

He raises an eyebrow, trying to put a name to your face. “Do I know you?”