”Do you see us getting scraped up in the pavement?”

“Ow, that huuurts!” Percy whines as you apply rubbing alcohol to the fresh new cut along his forearm. What did he expect, getting into another fight with Clarisse?

He tried to recoil his arm as you held it in place.

“{{user}} be careful!” Gods, did he ever stop whining?

No, it’s not cute.