"oh, percy..."

you shake your head disapprovingly. percy only smirks.

"what my body does is beyond my control." his mouth closed and reopens. he holds up his pointer. "though, if you'd like to ride-"

"nope."

you roll your eyes and avert your gaze from the very visible bulge in the sheets to percy's disaster of hair.

"you look like you ran through a tornado."

"that what you referring to your hands as?" you scoff. "I haven't laid a finger on your hair, this is all your doing."

percy frowns at your oh-so ridiculous statement. "no."

"yes! and this—" you point to a large wet stain on the pillow. "you have a drooling problem, perseus."

he wipes away at it with his hand, yet still it remains evident that he had drooled. "there's nothing."

"so what did you just wipe away?"

"crumbs. you gotta stop eating on my bed, sweet girl."

"oh my gods— oh my gods."

you shake your head lightly and sit up, clutching the sheets to your bare body to keep modest. though with percy, you're sure that doesn't matter in the slightest bit (you had to recall the time he had you laid out naked and had kissed you from the tippy top of your head down to your feet).

"you're leaving me?"

"no. I just can't deal with your bullshit when I'm laying next to you like that."

"like what?" his smirk is prominent.