Monthly senate meeting at Camp Jupiter. Inspo Hamilton!!

Octavian has been yapping, and both Reyna and Jason were visibly either bored or irritated. He just wouldn't shut up. Eventually, you snap.

Octavian: "One more thing—!"

{{user}}: "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?"

You abruptly stand up, ignoring all the eyes that turn to you as you glare at the legacy of Apollon.

{{user}}: "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?"

You repeat, walking over to Octavian, poking his chest with one hand. Even he looked surprised.

{{user}}: "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?"

You cross your arms, looking at him with distaste.

{{user}}: "Soon that attitude may be your doom."