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[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.
[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.
[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]
Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.
[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.
[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]
Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.
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So I think this chair is my lucky charm, or something. [His voice is the slightest bit hoarse when he speaks, thumb sliding absently back and forth at her back.]
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[With the chair comment, Annabeth laughs softly, pulling her hand out of his to rest it on his shoulder. Her tone's a little quiet.] One of them, maybe.
[Because she doesn't need a chair to kiss her boyfriend, gods. Which she sort of slowly starts to lean in to do again, even if there's a part of her brain saying maybe they should move before they fall over a second time. She's just too distracted by his hand on her skin.]
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He can feel the chair starting to tip, though, and as fun as that had ended up being last time, the process of getting to the floor had actually been kind of painful. Percy would prefer to avoid that. He doesn't really stop kissing her, though, murmuring the words against her lips instead] The chair - tipping - I should really - move us.
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[Except the goddamn chair starts up again. She manages to pause, keeping her own lips close and chuckling a little, her voice low.] So get to it then.
[...what, did he expect her to make it easier for him?]
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The chair tips again and he pulls away with something of a gasp, pressing his forehead to hers and struggling to gather his thoughts together. What was he doing] Okay. [They're getting out of the chair, right? his brain is trying to work through the logistics of that, but his body's way ahead of him. The hand in her hair goes to her outer thigh, and he steals another hard kiss before standing, taking her weight easily in his arms]
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And now you start walking. [She says it matter-of-factly with a teasing grin, for all her heart-rate's off the charts and she'd really rather get back to the whole kissing him thing.]
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Bedroom. He can feel himself turning read just from the thought. It has all kinds of implications that he's not sure either one of them are really ready for, even if they're just making out; he changes angle slightly and heads towards the couch instead, carrying her easily despite the distraction of her long legs wrapped around his waist]
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[She doesn't miss the direction he first starts towards, nor the color on his cheeks; it kind of spreads to her own, but she'll ignore it, holding herself close to him as he walks. Stealing the occasional kiss, both on his mouth and on his cheeks. Because he's right there you know and she's a little impatient, even if they're practically at the couch already.]
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And then he pulls away, because things are getting sort of intense, and he just needs to - he has to check] Hey. You okay?
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[It takes her a second to establish what he asked, because when he backs up she's confused (and annoyed) as to why he stopped and ready to pull him down again; her face flashes that confusion through somewhat heavy breathing.]
[Except then she can't help but half smile at him, something of utter adoration.] Absolutely, Seaweed Brain. [She tugs him closer for one brief, chaste brush of lips. And then she asks, a little quietly with a kind of nervousness that only he might be able to notice:] Are you?
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[He catches that nervousness, and an impulsive smile breaks across his face. Not laughing at her, but just - happy. Happy that they're here, that they have each other, and that they're both just as fumbling and unsure. It's not like either one of them has any more experience at this] Absolutely. [He kisses her forehead. And then her cheek, and then the corner of her mouth] Okay is probably an understatement.
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[Then he smiles at her like that, and she can tell it's not teasing. It makes her happy, too, erases some of the anxiety secretly plaguing her about - all of this, them. Her smiles deepens into a full one, and when he leans back over to kiss her, she closes her eyes in the feeling and trust.] An understatement for both of us.
[She moves her arms around his shoulders, so she's half hugging him, for the gesture of embrace above anything else. Annabeth ducks her head towards the crook of his neck and pulls him closer at the same time, because for what she's about to say, she's not sure she can look at him right now, muttered and mumbled as it is.] I love you, Percy.
[Because really, that's about all she's thinking about right now.]
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When he speaks, his voice is hoarse from more than just desire] I love you too, Annabeth. [He closes his eyes and moves in closer, focusing on the feeling of her arms around him. He's barely aware of the next words leaving his mouth, whispered almost inaudibly] Never again.
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[Annabeth hugs him tighter, pulls him even closer so they're flush together; she plants a kiss at the corner of his jaw, the best spot she can reach at this angle. A year without him. Tartarus at home. She'll bask in the reality of this moment here, right now, for as long as she can. It's easier to say the 'I love yous' than flounder through what all that actually means, because apparently when he gets overwhelmed, she joins him.]
[But thinking about it, maybe that's how it works. For them, at least. For good and bad things. She kisses his jaw again, hands curling into his shirt.]
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Eventually he moves his head a little, shifting around so he can look her in the face. He clears his throat slightly] So are we gonna keep making out, or...?
[Percy Jackson: Destroyer of Moments]
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[Not that she's... not going to. And that's probably clear in the way she's peering up at him.]
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If they can be here together, and she can say that to him, it makes him think that anything is possible.]
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[She moves her hands to cup his face, keeping it fairly close to hers, even when they break to speak or breathe. The way he looks at her whenever they do this always thrills and scares her, but she'd never look away. The thought makes her kiss him again, a little harder.]