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Ever since Percy found {{user}} lying outside his apartment, he had been blatantly staring. The worst part about this situation was the reason for Percy's untimely manners. {{user}} had been getting on Zeus' nerves for quite some time, yet always managed to sneak away with no consequences.

Until Zeus decided that manners should be taught, and banned {{user}} into a mortal body, the duration of said punishment was unknown. Perhaps the precise landing on the Jackson's doorstep was a blessing in disguise.

Percy took {{user}} to Camp Half-Blood where he had to sit through a long and painful discussion with Chiron, talking about the next best steps. One of the precautions was to not reveal {{user}}'s origin so as to keep down the whispers that would wander around camp without a doubt.

"So," Percy announced with a sigh, clearly holding back a smile of his own. The two were sitting in the empty Zeus cabin, a place that looked awfully well taken care of, despite the little use throughout the years.

"Did it hurt when you fell fr—" Percy wasn't allowed to finish his question when the once-god across from him interrupted him.

"What? It was a genuine question!" Percy argued back.