Calling all Demigods! discussion

Jasmine seemed to get a little uncomfortable, seeing as she sat up when he sat down. Even after her conversation with a dryad, she was still as apprehensive as a fawn around people.

He smirked as she sat up. "C'mon, I don't bite."

She shot him a slightly disbelieving look, vines sprouting from the ground and curling around her ankles for comfort. "I know that," she said quietly.

"Then why did you sit up as I sat down?"

"Maybe because I felt like it?" And because Jasmine didn't have an attitude, there wasn't a smidgen of sass in her tone as she said this.

Peter humphEd. "Fine."

"Fine," she repeated, looking away with a small huff. Jasmine held back a roll of the eyes, she was quite good at controlling her emotions.

Peter chuckled. "Soooo how are ya today?"

She opened her mouth to say something 'Fine', then realized how stupid that would sound and drawled out, "Average."

"Why only 'average'?"

Why do you care? This was exactly why she wasn't good with people; the high ability to be snarky, but the part that stopped her so she said nothing. "Average isn't bad," she remarked quietly, the words stinging with irony.

"But it's not good.@

"Then you can assume I'm not good today," Jasmine said slowly, as if trying to explain something to a four year-old.

Peter sighed. "Why?"

"What, do you want my life story?" Sure, the question was an overreaction, but Peter was especially good at getting on Jasmine's nerves. Most people wouldn't pry with her, whereas others avoided her because of her dark aura.

Peter rolled his eyes. "No I'm simply asking why you're I'n a bad mood."

"I said I was average, not in a bad mood," Jasmine persisted. Gladiolus bulbs sprouted from the vines on her legs, and bloomed an annoyed bright pink.

Peter glanced at the flowers. "Obviously," he sneered.

"Then why do you keep asking?" Jasmine retorted, her calm expertly covering up the increasing irritation she felt.

"Because you aren't explaining.@

She furrowed her brow, the flower petals changing into a creamy lilac colour. "Explaining what?"

"Oh my gods, the reason your 'average'."

"There is no reason, I'm just average," Jasmine said, letting out a seething breath.

"Could have said that," he grumbled.

"And you could have accepted a simple 'average'," Jasmine replied with such sweetness it was sour, her initial intent.

"But I didn't want to."

No one cares what you want. Fed up, Jasmine settled for a high-pitched humph of her own and a, "Fine."

Peter smirked. "Fine."

"Good," she said, the part of her that wanted the last word in this conversation taking over.

((^-^))
"Good," he retorted.

((xD))
Jasmine's glare faltered with with a grudging amusement. Yet she refused to smile, but gave Peter a defiant look. "Lovely."

Peter smirked. "Wonderful."

Jasmine leaned in with the dark shadow of determination crossing her face, narrowing her eyes. "Glorious," she said in that low, velvety voice of hers.

He narrowed his eyes as he struggled for a word.
((*runs to thesaurus*))
"Magnificent."

((We're gonna need one. @-@))
She smirked at the signs of struggle, easily coming up with, "Exquisite."

((hehe.))
"Elegant."

((Time to break the cycle...))
Here, Jasmine took up the open opportunity to turn it around. Mostly because she was running out of synonyms. "Why thank you," she said with an innocent bat of the lashes, pretending to be flattered.

"Quite welcome," he smirked. "Lost synonyms?"

"No, I just needed to break the cycle," Jasmine retorted in an as a matter-of-factly tone.

"Ohhh." He smirked and leaned back on his elbows,

She mumbled something, at first one would probably assume it was an insult, but a few seconds later a cushion of soft, luxurious grass replaced the rather dry looking grass that Peter sat on. Turning her back on him for ignorant purposes, Jasmine stared out over the cliff.

Peter glanced at her curiously, and then down at the fresh grass.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Jasmine asked quietly, not turning around and keep her gaze toward the lake shore.

"Yep."

She fell silent, the buzz of the earlier argument wearing down and her rabbit-like apprehension surfacing again.

He glanced at her gain. "Seriously, though, something seems to be bringing you down. Or is thy just you?"

Jasmine turned her head so that her side profile showed, and stared at off to the forest-y side of the cliff. "That's just me," she said quietly.

"Mmmmmmmkhay."

"You sound like you've got peanut butter sticking your jaws together," she remarked.

He raped his eyebrows. "Gee, thanks?"