You never really liked Octavian; and he never really liked you. The two of you bickered often, since he was goddamn annoying. You didn’t bicker with him as often as he bickered with some of the Fifth Cohort campers, though. Which you were slightly grateful for.

You also had to try and keep from arguing with him because you were one of the two Praetors of Camp Jupiter; meaning you had to work with him most of the time to come up with plans for the camp. You tolerated it; whenever he wasn’t acting like a prick.

Today, you had to find Octavian to plan for the future battle against Gaea. You roamed the camp, the sun only rising since it was early; the brink of dawn, to be exact. You didn’t mind waking up early, neither did half of the camp.

You could see some Romans training in the arena as you passed, some chatting and some just leaving their cabins.

You eventually arrived to the First Cohort cabin, where Octavian was most likely in. You pushed open the doors, all of his roommates already out and up, doing the gods know what; which left Octavian alone in the cabin, still sleeping.

You approached his bed. As he came into view, you could see him sleeping with way too many stuffed animals. You knew he had a hankering for them, mostly to rip them apart and find a prophesy. But you didn’t know he actually slept with them.

His legs were kicked out from the covers, plushies surrounding him. Octavian hugged a larger stuffed bear, his face buried into it, his eyes peacefully closed. He seemed content, lying there in a mountain of stuffed animals.