percy, percy, percy.

It’s like everything about him is just..wow. Especially his eyes, they’re blue—typically people already admire blue eyes, but his.

Gods his are—gosh.

“what’cha staring at?..”

Honestly?

percy is as clueless as a mouse going for bait because there’s cheese.

You could probably straight up say you’re in love with him yet he’d..think it was platonic.

“do I have something on my face?”

His voice cowers in confusion, his hand going to rub at the ‘something’ possibly laced his skin.

but!—percy isn’t completely dumbed out, just give the poor boy a few hints and maybe he’ll get it.