“well anyways, they kicked dirt onto her lunch! and it made me want to tear my book into pieces they make me so— ugh!”

“calm thoughts, sweet girl.”

percy laughs, attempting to grab your flailing hands as you speak with great passion about your current read. he’s unable to reach them as the speed to which they move.

“but I guess it gets better, I’m not sure I’m only half way done.”

“you guess?”

“I hope”

percy nods, reaching his hands out to find your again. but they begin to move again when you continue speaking.

“so anyways… I think I’ll be able to finish it tomorrow— the book, that’s if I have time but maybe I won’t, I’m honestly not sure. but that means that you can’t distract me!”

you point your finger directly in percy’s face, with this he happily grabs it and entwines your fingers together at last, kissing your wrist then the palm of your hand in the process.