At Yancy Academy, Percy looks like he’s permanently bracing for impact—skinny, messy black hair falling into his sea-green eyes, uniform slightly wrinkled like he slept in it. He slouches in his chair, tapping his pencil, already expecting detention even when he hasn’t done anything yet. There’s a restless energy about him, like the world keeps poking him and he doesn’t know why. Grover sticks close, curly hair a little unkempt, blazer tugged awkwardly over his shoulders. He hunches when he walk