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He can’t wait for summer. He misses sunbathing.

He scrunched his nose a bit at the coughing. “Yeah, you probably should.” A frown soon formed on his lips, and after a moment, he sighed. “Do you, uh ... need anything? I can get you some stuff, if you want.”

“Mmhm.” He nods quietly. “I usually meet kids of the main gods and goddesses. Don’t really see any of the others.” Then again, Taeyong didn’t get out much to encounter other demigods. He was usually too busy.

He fell silent, thinking. Aaron did have a point. After another moment, he nodded. "Guess you're right." Taeyong sat down as well, hugging his knees to his chest. "Your dad's Morpheus, right? I've never met a child of him before."

"...It's alright." He said with a small sigh. Taeyong rubbed at the back of his neck, thinking for a second. "Sometime in April. I can't remember the exact date. I'll let you know when it is, though."

He slowly blinks. Taeyong thought he was just kidding about that. "I ... see." Hearing this, though, the demigod raises an eyebrow. "You think so?" Most didn't take it well when they learned he was Typhon's son. He understood why, but it still hurt sometimes.

He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile, the blush on his cheeks darkening even more. "How...nice of him." It'd been so long since someone displayed genuine attraction and love towards Taeyong. It was a bit difficult to process, honestly. "That's very flattering."

"Yes. Don't worry about it." He said, folding his arms across his chest. "I've done this before, so I know what I'm getting myself into." Taeyong understood the concern, but he absolutely / hated / it whenever others worried about him. He didn't like that kind of attention.

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His cheeks darkened a tad at that. “Mm. I suppose so.” Taeyong kicked at the ground, feeling bashful all of a sudden. “What, uh ... what all has he said about me?”

"I've heard." He was surprised he remembered the other's name, honestly. That would've been embarrassing. "Mmhm. He didn't say anything bad." Taeyong slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. "They were good things, I think."

He paused at the question. "Yeah, but ... I'm fine. I'll manage." Taeyong said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Even if he were overworking himself, he wouldn't admit it. "I have people helping me."

Slowly blinks, then nods. "Yes. I'm Taeyong." He surveyed the other for a moment. "You're ... Aaron, right?"

Quietly waves.

Perhaps. He / did / sleep in a bit today ... which he is starting to now regret.