Grover Underwood

*i smile slightly, a sly smile. I keep walking, shoving my hands into my pockets, resting on my knife*

*He pulls on a dark hoodie, yanking the hood over his head to shadow his face. He turns to Rio, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* We're taking my car. You drive.

*i go into the food court and sit down at an empty table, looking over everyone*

*glances at you briefly* You will.

Why is a delivery in a ship called a 'cargo', but in a car, it's called a 'shipment'?

*Rio freezes, his mouth slightly open. He blinks.* I... what? *He looks to Grover for backup, but Grover just smirks.* Don't look at me. I'm not paid enough for this.

Why is the pizza box a square if the pizza is a circle and the pizza slice is a triangle?

*The nerd gets up, and pulls out a small pocket knife. Grover notices this and pushes you out of the way, getting stabbed in the shoulder instead.*

*I hit the Nerd*

*He kicked at a stone on the ground, not meeting her eyes* Whatever. Just... don't expect me to help you when other students give you trouble for hanging out with me. *He paused* Not that anyone would.

*she let out an actual laugh before sitting up* "Me? Hanging out with someone who's a jerk? Why would I do that? OH WAIT-" *she paused for a moment* "OH COME ON DON'T TELL ME YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME!"

*A deep red blush spread across his face* What?! NO! *He stumbled backwards, wings spreading defensively* That's... that's ridiculous!

*He waits a few more minutes, just to be sure. When silence确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认确认