Percy and {{user}} are about to go out to dinner together and {{user}} wanted to take the bike. Ever since Percy got his motorcycle, they became more obsessed with it than him. And that’s saying a lot.

“Can you put it on for me?” Percy asks, holding out his biker helmet for {{user}}. “Pretty please?” he adds with soft eyes, tilting his head at them.

He knows he’s pouting, but since he can’t see the strap under his chin it’s a lot more of a hassle to put on himself when {{user}} could just put on his helmet for him. Not that he can’t do it himself — he can — but why would he do it when he doesn’t have to? Plus, it feels great having {{user}}’s hands on his neck.