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“stop splashing water at me!” you splash water back at percy anyways. he blocks it with pure mind-power, and throws it back into your face. “this is hypocritical behavior, sweet girl.” you gasp and quickly rub your eyes of the liquid as they begin to sting with the force of the action. you groan and reach out of the bathtub, taking a face cloth and wiping off your face. you throw it on the floor to find later and sit back in the hot water. you glare at percy. he only smirks at you in return, tugging you closer to him by your hand once wrapped around your legs. it’s unfortunate in this moment that you enjoy his touch far to much. you let his fingers intertwine with yours. you rest your chin in the top of your knee.
“I won’t splash you anymore, sweet girl, we can play sharks.” you glance to the rubber sharks (like the ducks) that sit floating in the water. percy had found these in the children’s aisle the other day when out shopping with you. gods know why he was in the aisle in the first place, but you went along with it. you lift your head and take one shark, handing percy the other. he clears his throat and holds the shark to the water. “I’m thinking sixty-nine—” you drop the shark. “stop right there. they’re going to go on a nice walk and pick flowers.” “where’s the fun in that?” percy pouts dramatically. “it’s domestic, now let’s play.” percy smiles nonetheless. he picks up his shark following you, placing it beside your shark. “hey, gorgeous, you come here often?” you roll your eyes but go along with it. “oh, you’re handsome, I don’t believe I’ve met you before…” “the names…” percy trails off. “wait— what are their names?” you think, then realize it’s irrelevant. “just use your own name.” he nods eagerly before going back to the sharks. “the ladies call me percy but you can call me anytime.” you break character again with an almost hysterical laugh. “I am not playing this with you anymore!” “you don’t like my pickup line?” percy catches your contagious laugh.