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"Well, I think your hair is nice." Sho replied. "Even if it's nowhere near as wonderful as mine. However, the different between you and me is that when you like someone's hair, you play with it constantly. When I like someone's hair, I just look at it." He raised an eyebrow, and listened to direction Myka's mind was speeding; namely towards Arson and Ayame. "We don't need to spy on them." Sho said lazily. "They're already spending the day together. Still, I'm sure you could always give them a push in the right direction." Sho snorted. "Well, not that I'm saying I'm into men here or anything, but men with mustaches have always been less appealing to me than guys without them." Sho brushed his lips against her cheek. "Just so you know. And you're not nearly naked, you're almost naked. But don't worry, there's no one around, and I kinda like it. Besides, I'm the one not wearing a shirt here. At least you are allowed a somewhat sense of decency." Sho smiled smugly as he watched Myka try (and fail) to control the little sparkles that bounced off and around her. "You could be both. I know I am. Here, you close you eyes, and don't look at me. That way, if you don't see me, you can't get turned on, and then the fireworks won't start. Anyways, I'll lead you towards the cabin, and make sure you don't walk into a puddle, or a tree, or the lake or something like that." He said, and his voice made it obvious that he would do the exact opposite of that.

"Yes well, the best ideas tend to be just that. Boring." Sho replied, watching Myka with amusement. He noted that when he was only half-way in her vision, the fireworks faded. When she look directly at him, the fireworks flickered back into life. How interesting. He yawned pointedly. "Sure, Orlando Bloom. Brad Pitt...no. Your grandma...are you sure it's your grandmother we're taking about. Besides, I'm Asian. I don't do facial hair. I do really amazing bare chest that makes even guys want to sleep with me. Obviously. Don't you know anything about half-naked male Japanese models? Not that I'm one of those or anything" Sho was hasty to add the last part as he smirked again, half at his comment, and half at the way his one, little, previous comment had made Myka's mind explode with...interesting thoughts, until Sho felt her pull away from him. And then he had no clue what she was thinking. Frowning, Sho closed his eyes. The speed at which Myka had pulled away from him had given Sho a headache. And he really didn't want to see stars at the moment; he was already seeing fireworks. "What smug grin?" Sho asked Myka innocently, eyes still close. "My face is a perfect sculpture of nothingness." Waryly, Sho opened an eye, and was relieved to see that everything was standing still again. "And may I ask why your hair is popping? You should become the new spokesperson for Rice Crispies. 'Look! My hair goes snap! Crackle! Pop! just like the ceral.' I'm sure you'd made millions." Opening both eyes, Sho's lips turned upwards into a wicked grin at Myka's last comment. "It feels so good to be trusted." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I promise I won't take advantage of you...even though the temptation would be great. But I'm an honest man...sorta. I wouldn't do something like that...maybe." Sho stood up and stretched lazily, like a cat in the sun.

"I do not drone." Sho said in a stiff, mock-offended voice. "Talk for long amounts of time, yes. Drone, no. To drone you have to be boring. And quite honestly, it's obvious you don't find me boring." Cautiously, Sho allowed Myka back into his mind. "I have one request though. Next time, don't pull out so fast, okay? It gives me a headache." Sho didn't need to elaborate on what he was talking about. "Oh my God..." A look of mingled disgust and horror crossed Sho's face as Myka informed him of her gender confused youth. "That brings up images...oh Gods!" Sho buried his face in his hands and pretended to cry. "You must have had one very messed up family. Did you think your grandpa was a women then?" Still trying to not think about the memories that were flashing through Myka's head, Sho sighed. "Hey, I saw that smirk." Said wicked smile flashed across Sho's face. "I thought we had a deal about you and smirking. It's very bad. You're addicted, and you need to stop. After all," Here Sho made his eyes as big and innocent as possible, a rather difficult feat. "Addictions are dangerous! You should just say no!" Sho let his slanted eyes return to normal, though the smirk didn't drop from his face. "Hey, I'm not the only horny one around here." He held up his hands in defense. "Have you seen what is going through your head right now? Because I most certainly have." Rolling his eyes at Myka's teasing, Sho ran a hand through his own hair. "Gods, you spend so much time touching my hair that I think I'll have to wash it after every time I hang out with you. The oils on your hand are so bad for my hair!" Sho said in a mock-worried tone.

(Should they so head over to the mess hall so they can meet up with Arson and Ayame, and get into their big discussion/fight.)

"You don't need to tell me about your wild imagination." Sho muttered. "Trust me, I already know." Not for the first time in Myka's company, Sho wished for a different gift. ANY gift other than mind-reading. Normally, it was a bearable gift...to a certain degree. But around Myka, Sho would have rather removed his fingernails with a pair of rusty tongs than see what was going through her mind. Sadly, because she had let him into her mind, Sho now saw everything she was thinking about. And then some. Speaking of which..."Okay, enough!" Sho said, closing his eyes and holding up his hands as if he could stop Myka's memories from becoming his own. "I really did not need to know all this about your messed-up and rather unusual family." Sho said, still trying to not think about what Myka was thinking about. "I mean, you have a fascinating sounding family, but serious, I could have lived my life quite happily without knowing any of this." Sho opened his eyes to glare at Myka. "And now, thanks to you, this images have been forever burned into my mind, and I'll never get rid of them." He thought in annoyance. "So can we please talk about something that won't metally scar me?" Sho asked her, although Myka's next comment made it obvious that the Gods had arranged for Sho to meet Myka just for that reason. So that she could mentally scar him, even though her comment did make him smirk ever so slightly. "Shut up." Sho muttered, a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks before he shook his head and and his skin returned to it's normal alabaster tone. "Don't like it, don't sit there. I can't help it that you turn me on." Myka's last comment made Sho raise an eyebrow calmly. "Hate to break it to you hon," He began smoothly. "But there's not really much for you to play with when we're talking about my chest. Yours, on the other hand, is a totally different matter." Sho eyed Myka's chest with interest before meeting her eyes, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face. "Don't try to do the innocent look. I don't think you can pull it off. Besides, are you sure this is really the best place for this. I mean, there's a creek right that there someone could roll into, there are a lot of rocks on the ground, it's really sunny right here, and sadly, I think other campers are finally starting to wake up, which means we won't be alone for long." Idly, Sho wished for his shirt, and wondered what the he1l had happened to it. Knowing Myka, she'd probably burnt them all just she could enjoy making him walk around the camp shirtless. "I wouldn't put it past her to do something like that."

"Please do." Sho said. "Although...on the other hand, now that I see what a crazy and mess-up family you had, things are starting to explain themselves. Mainly things like why you yourself are so strange. And why you are so violent. Or so horny all the time. Oh wait...that doesn't have anything to do with your family, does it? You being horny has everything to do with me." Sho considered slouching slightly so that Myka wouldn't have to stand on her toes to keep her arm around his shoulders, but decided against it. After all, why should he make things easy for Myka. She never made things easy for him. "Myka," Sho began patiently. "If you want to move my mind into things other than your nudist cousins, and stripper grandmother," Sho shuddered in disgust. "Then you are going to have to do a lot more than just kiss me on the cheek." Sho's cheeks flushed faintly again. "You are so perverted." He said in annoyance. "Why do I even bother to spend time with you. All you do is scar me and make me wish I was spending time with someone else." "Besides, my pecker is fine where it is thanks." As Myka's comments got more and more awkward, Sho decided that silence was probably the best way to go. Unfortunately, silence wasn't an option around Myka. "Please don't pinch them. Do you have absolutely no filter between your mind and your mouth?" The answer to that was, sadly, yes, because what was going through Myka's mind was a lot worse than what she was saying. So far. "Maybe I should get Ayame to pierce them instead. I'm sure that would make you very happy." However, Sho doubted Ayame would do that. She had no issue with piercing herself up. Other people though was a whole different issue. Still, worth a shot. "Didn't I make it obvious that I liked what I saw?" Sho asked Myka scathingly. "I thought I spend most of my lunch complimenting your boobs." He frowned. "Secluded. I didn't think there was any place secluded at Camp Half-Blood. But hey, if you find one, we can go crazy." Sighing, Sho looked away from Myka, recognizing that all-too-familiar wicked glint of amusement in her eyes. "Yes, I would love to go get my shirt. I, unlike you, enjoy modest at times." Inwardly, Sho groaned that the thoughts and images that were going through Myka's mind. As they headed towards the Hermes Table, Sho found himself wondering why he couldn't have ended up with someone who was even remotely sane.