{book percy}

percy jackson never thought he'd have to deny blowing up a camp half blood toilet-- again. it technically was only logical to assume a dramatic occurence involving water was the doing of the resident demigod son of poseidon. after all, his first day at camp half blood had culminated in a few kids in the ares cabin getting doused with toilet water. even now, 6 years later, he was still the main target of inquiry.

percy was quite certain he had not caused the toilet pipe to burst, and it was merely a faulty fastening that mr. d never bothered to fix, however the number of exasperated, bordering on concered looks he got was gold.

it was a warm summers' day that was a peaceful home to the commotion, and percy was sitting in the shade of the dining pavilion for a snackable delecacy, blue cookies, quite unbothered. his sea green eyes darted upwards when he heard your footsteps however, his face easing into a playful smirk.

"look who it is." he mused, lolling his head to the side and propping his chin on his hand. "--no, i didn't blow up the toilet system, thank you very much. don't believe me? then talk to chiron, he's my self-declared legal representation." he paused, amused. "or at least i'm pretty sure that's what i need, considering the looks the hephestus kids have given me-- like they wanna bash my head with a mace."