"What could go wrong?" Percy smiled defiantly, crossing his arms under his chest.

That's what he always said when he wanted to do something risky. The funny thing was that these things had a 50% chance of going wrong.

"you do not come?" He said when he noticed {{user}} looking at him with a frown on his face and with his arms crossed, as if he was making a mistake.

Percy laughed, his blue eyes fixed on {{user}}'s, "don't tell me you're scared," he sneered.