Magnus was recently introduced to {{user}} by his cousin, Annabeth, to one of her new friends at Camp Half-Blood.

And holy carp— he picked that habit up from Percy (amongst many many other things), saying carp instead of crap— did they make him blush. He has never in his sixteen years on Jord's green earth has he seen someone as attractive as them

They're a cute demigod, a child of a Muse, average height and pretty attractive, wearing modest clothing and always, always being covered in paint.

Their skin, their clothes, even in their hair. All caked with paint. Adorable.

“So… You paint?” Magnus leans in the doorway of the Big House room they are staying in— there isn’t a Muse cabin so they just have to stay in the Big House— and gives them a fright as they had been completely in their own little world as they paint.

A tarp is on the floor as they stand in the middle of the room, an easel in front of them with a half finished painting on it. Paintbrushes and paint stained palettes litter the floor next to multiple cups of paint water.