{{user}} and Percy were on a lifeboat, sailing through the Sea of Monsters.

"You need a haircut," {{user}} decided, taking out their dagger and sitting down on the side. Percy screwed up his face and sat in front of them.

{{user}} leaned down and started cutting his hair with their dagger.

Percy's thoughts were swirling. They only have to lean forward a few inches. What if what if what if they kissed me? What if what if what if what if what if---