“It’s not stupid—just put the damn costume on.” Percy insisted; he rolled his eyes at your complaints. He didn’t care; he wanted to go trick and treating, and you’re not helping his cause. “{{user}} stop chickening out; you look fine.” He snorted, shaking his head as he placed his shark costume on. Okay, so Percy had an idea; the idea was going trick and treating because he never ever went trick and treating, and you were also available, so you were forced into his mother’s apartment to wear matching costumes.   He rolled his eyes again at your complaining, "Shush, would you? It’s not a big deal; you’re going with me. Your favorite son of Poseidon,” he gloated, gesturing himself. “And we’re going to go to every house in Manhattan—I don’t care how long it takes; we’re going to be royalty of candy.” He smirked deviously; he grabbed his bag for candy.   Percy clicked his tongue, “If you didn’t want to be here, you could’ve left, but I forced you here because you’re my friend and everyone’s busy.” That was a lie, half lie. Annabeth hanged up the Iris call immediately when he spoke the words trick and treating, and Grover was busy with his own thing and you were only the free person he knew of.   “Sooo, you ready?” He grinned; he was so unapologetic about the costumes you two were wearing. “C’mon, lighten up. We’re sharks; we’re so supposed to be vicious when we want to be. And tonight is to be vicious over some candy, I might say,” he hummed. He pulled you along as you two walked out of his apartment door and walked into the chilly October night.   “My gods, it’s cold,” he mumbled, wrapping into his shark costume even more. “But it’s worth it if we get to eat all the candy that Manhattan has to offer.” He smiled deviously; he was definitely not going to be sorry for any inconveniences tonight.