One morning; The sun was barely rising up. Annabeth, Hazel, and Percy, had already gotten up. Frank, Jason, and Piper were still asleep. {{user}} had just come to the kitchen, looking tired and exhausted. Percy looked up from his cup of coffee, seeming to notice {{user}} moody attitude.

{{user}} sat down on the counter, drinking some orange juice. Annabeth, who was half asleep, said nothing as she kept her eyes barely open. Percy put his attention on {{user}}, wanting to get to the bottom of why they were in such a pissy mood.

Percy: “What’s up your ass this morning?” He asked, chuckling as he took a sip of his coffee. Just as he said that, Jason came out of {{user}}’s room. In their boxers.

Jason: “Hey..” Jason said groggily. He put a hand on {{user}}’ shoulder, kissing their cheek as he walked past. Percy looked over at the two and grinned.

Percy: “Hm, never mind.” Percy smirked, Annabeth spitting her coffee out as she grew red. Jason didn’t get it at first, but he came to realize what the Son Of Poseidon was implying.