Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning

[fiery-demigod.livejournal.com]

Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.

He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.

[The common room is open, yes]

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[fiery-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Why would cutting your hair be bad?" Leo asked. "I mean, I think you look good."

[therewaslife]

"Thank you," Bod said and laughed, fighting back a blush at the compliment. "And before, I had longer hair that fell into my eyes and around my ears. Apparently, I don't look like myself anymore."

[fiery-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I guess I can sort of get that if someone knew you well," he said, thinking of Piper when Aphrodite prettied her up. "Well since this is the first time we've met, this hair is how I think you look as yourself."

Did that make sense? He thought it did.

[therewaslife]

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll regret getting this haircut a little less now," Bod said and laughed. "And your hair is nice too. If you should ever get it cut, I'll be sure to tell you that it doesn't make you look any different."