percy never minded being a test dummy, not for {{user}}, at least.

the man was sat on his bed, feeling the demigods fingers racing through his hair in an attempt to present a reasonable braid.

it wasn't working, however, because they had no idea how to braid, and also his hair was short.

"baby- can I help you?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to be quickly met with a sharp 'no'.

he knew {{user}} could probably figure it out on their own, gods, they were as sharp as a bullet, but he'd always lend a helping hand, just in case.