"You arse !" "Hey - Ow !" A pillow hit Percy Jackson straight in the face..., aimed at his head, by his ( usually ) sweet partner.

He didn't even know what he'd done now..., and right now, he looked just utterly confused, mirroring a kicked puppy perfectly. His head tilted at you, big sea green eyes staring into yours oblivious, troubled, maybe even a little 'sad'. He was pouting, of course.

All he did was sit, calmly, carefree, a little hot too as the summer heat was slowly but surely taking a toll on the demi god as well. The apartment was very open, letting enough sun inside to have both of you sweating. Even so, Percy was only clothes in grey joggers. No shirt. Still, pretty oblivious... he probably didn't even notice how you were gawking since this morning...