perksofbeingapercy started following you
Hi Percy.
Hey Bianca! How are you?
Uhm. Fine, I guess. -smiles- How about you, Percy?
I’m good too. A bit peaceful in my life, really.
Percy was being himself as usual. Nothing new. She raised her eyebrow and asked, “How’d you know I just finished working?” Percy was blushing which made her smile despite of her hunger. She sat down on the spot where Percy was patting his hand on. His table was insanely clean. Which was a first. Annabeth tucked her hair on her ear for her to see better. She made herself comfortable since part of her knew she was breaking camp rules and asked, “So, what do we eat?”
In response to Annabeth’s first question, it was her hair and the eyebags. Her eyebags are huge, telling Percy that she hasn’t slept for a long period of time, while her hair were neat on the outside, but some little strands of hair defied gravity. Probably scratched her head when she had a few struggles. Despite of how clearly he knows, Percy assumed that question was rhetorical and moved on.
“I don’t know. What do you want to eat? The plates are over there, we get one and order them. They’ll be on our plates by no time.” He nodded his head to the plates.
Annabeth shrugged. She didn’t know what to eat. Anything is good. Anything that can satisfy her hunger is good. She stood up and took a plate and some utensils, then sat back down again. She looked at the plate and tried to think of something delicious. As it was breakfast, the first thing that came over her were pancakes. And as soon as she thought of them, two pieces of pancakes appeared on her plate. “So, how were you these days?” she asked, making a conversation. She took a forkful of pancake slices and ate them.
Percy got his utensils after Annabeth. He got some toast, with blueberry jam. Not because he likes blueberries in particular, but… just the colour. The whole process was quiet as they didn’t know what to say to each other. All the while Percy is staring at her, because he thinks her hair looks lovely today. But after a few minutes silence of eating, Annabeth begin the conversation. He answered, “I have been well. You?” While he stared, he reached to Annabeth and picked a strand of hair off the edge of her mouth.
Hi!You must be the famous Percy Jackson. -chuckles- I’m Lucy.
Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Lucy. Which cabin are you from?
Gods I am hung— *sees Percy and Annabeth* OOOPSIE, I didn’t mean to disturb!
Familiar? Yeah, yeah. Just a bloke with not much in mind. The pleasure is mine, Moselle Rivers.
Calm down, Jackson. ‘Course I know the Percy Jackson. G-Po’s famous son and shtuff.
Well, no shit, Sherlock. ‘Course it’s me. I don’t brag everytime but hey, I am in movies and I am hosting a TV show (Better Homes and Marine Life). Still, it’s nothing impressive anyway.
Oh, really? I didn’t realize you were so important. Do tell me more, sweetie. I’m all ears.
Oh? Are you being sarcastic with me, huh? But you know what? I’ll tell you more. I have an average of fifty love letters under my bunk every day. I mean, seriously? How do they even reach my bunk? And also, I have a girlfriend. Sometimes I just don’t get fangirls.
Don’t do that, Ares. It’s effing creepy.
Percy was being himself as usual. Nothing new. She raised her eyebrow and asked, “How’d you know I just finished working?” Percy was blushing which made her smile despite of her hunger. She sat down on the spot where Percy was patting his hand on. His table was insanely clean. Which was a first. Annabeth tucked her hair on her ear for her to see better. She made herself comfortable since part of her knew she was breaking camp rules and asked, “So, what do we eat?”
In response to Annabeth’s first question, it was her hair and the eyebags. Her eyebags are huge, telling Percy that she hasn’t slept for a long period of time, while her hair were neat on the outside, but some little strands of hair defied gravity. Probably scratched her head when she had a few struggles. Despite of how clearly he knows, Percy assumed that question was rhetorical and moved on.
“I don’t know. What do you want to eat? The plates are over there, we get one and order them. They’ll be on our plates by no time.” He nodded his head to the plates.
