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[enticingly]

[There’s a handsome young man sitting in front of the console in a really tight t-shirt that shows off pretty much every muscle in his chest. For the moment, his eyes are a dark blue, and there’s a brooding look on his face. When he crosses his arms over his chest, people can see the leather gloves he’s wearing.

Jonah hasn't really wanted to use this thing, but he can recognize the advantage of being able to talk to people without actually being around them.] I have a couple of questions. First, is there a dry cleaners around here, or does anyone know how to get blood out of denim? Second, gloves. Where is the best place I can get a few pairs? Third, I’m in search of a sword. Any will do at the moment.

[His jaw clenches for a second, shoulders tense.] Another thing. If the words ‘Anchorage’, ‘savant’, or ‘weirstones’ means anything to you, let me know.

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[sophos]

[She squints at Percy, in his confusion. And then elbows him in the side for the remark.] Shut up. [Then to Jonah:] And we're not harassing you!

It's a skill. [She says it kind of dryly, maybe teasingly, but he can handle this, because she's prickly right now.] Passed down from father to son.

[kelpful]

Hey, ow. [He nudges Annabeth back] That - uh, that can happen when you show up covered in blood. I mean, it happens to the best of us, but seriously. [He doesn't sound as concerned about it as he did earlier, though]

And it's totally a skill. How many times has it saved your butt, huh? [Turning back to Jonah] I don't know what world you come from, but my dad is kind of...Poseidon. Turtle talking comes with the territory.

[enticingly]

It feels a little like harassment. [There's a deep sincerity to his voice, as if he really believes that. Sometimes, being an enchanter comes through in his favor.]

Like the god? [s k e p t i c a l]

[sophos]

[She makes a face, because it's not. And she stubbornly refuses to feel like it was, even if the urge grows.] It's a valid concern. We've let it go, how does that still make it harassment?

[Annabeth rolls her eyes at her boyfriend.] I'm not exactly disagreeing. [And with a sigh:] Not like the god. Is the god.