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Third Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Monday | September 6

One of the benefits of being a demigod was that Percy wasn't showing any effects of his fight with Luke yesterday. He'd gone down to the beach and done some swimming which had taken care of the cut on the back of his shoulder and the bruises on his hand. Even if Luke had beaten him, Percy was glad that he wasn't going to show obvious signs of that which would bring questions which would mean he'd have to tell people what happened.

And he really didn't want to tell people he'd gotten beaten.

There was a bad action movie on the television that had gotten Percy's attention almost immediately. He spent so much time training and running from monsters that getting to just chill out and watch movies had become a rare thing. He was taking advantage of it while he could.

Even the action movie couldn't completely hold his attention so if it looked like Percy wasn't paying attention, he probably wasn't. His thoughts were pinballing around every so often. If some of those thoughts included his cousins, well, oh well.

[It's a common room so it's open, dontcha know]

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Wesley gave Percy a withering look. "I train them to fight evil," he sneered, leaving off the "git" at the end that he wanted to add.

Hey, if Wesley wanted to exaggerate and act like a cocky moron, Percy found he could match him easily. And he didn't really care that he was doing it either.

"My mistake," he said mildly, half smiling. "There a lot of evil where you come from? You mentioned a snake thing last time I saw you."

Yep, "cocky moron" pretty much summed him up. When he was talking to people he didn't like, anyway. Which wasn't a lot of people but Percy was fortunate enough to have earned a spot on the list.

"Yes, I spent this past spring in a town where most of the evil forces tend to gravitate toward. The giant snake was just one of the many threats there."

"Have you faced anything similar?" he asked innocently. He knew Percy didn't want to be super-share-y about his past, but if it came down to him just going on about his own achievements, most of which were fabricated in some way, it might start to get pretty boring pretty fast.

"Faced anything like a giant snake?" Percy shrugged noncommittally. He'd faced Medusa and she had a head full of snakes. He'd faced Kampê and she had a head full of snakes.

"Nothing giant but yeah," he finally answered, trying to make it sound less than it was. "You're not the only one who lives in a place where there's evil things running around."

That still wasn't as open as Luke was but he was getting there. Somewhat.

Percy could tell him that all he wanted but Wes would always be convinced that Sunnydale was as evil a town as it got.

"Well, I'm certain that would be impressive if it were a bit less vague," he remarked.

Yeah, one bad thing about Wes: He couldn't help the snark that was associated with people keeping quiet about things, being a naturally curious person and all. It wasn't that he tried to make people's lives difficult, just that he couldn't stand not knowing things.

Percy glared over at Wesley and shook his head. There was a retort on his lips, ready to go but he clamped it down for some stupid reason.

"First you wanna know about my sparring match and now you wanna know about my past," Percy noted flippantly. "You're coming on a little strong, aren't you?"

"One can hardly blame me for being curious," he objected. "You're a highly impressive swordsman and you seem to be relying heavily on the air of mystery you achieve by refusing to discuss any of it. Furthermore, you make cryptic comments that you seem to believe function as legitimate answers to things, and appear to enjoy the frustration that this results in."

Also, Wes was nosy. That may have been part of it.

Percy waited until Wesley finished, managing not to look bored or amused. He hadn't expected a lecture but let Wesley talk himself into exhaustion.

"You can be curious but that doesn't mean I have to tell you anything," he finally said, shrugging. "Thanks for the compliment, though. I tell what I want to tell. If I don't say more, it's because I don't want to."

Oops. He hadn't meant that compliment to come out. Oh well.

As for the lecture, it kind of came with his job. He was sort of prone to lectures and speeches at weird times.

"Fair enough," he said finally, managing not to huff in frustration. "I'll refrain from asking further." Or he'd try to, anyway.

"You might wanna think about why I'm not being open and outgoing," Percy replied, resting his head in his hand against the back of the couch.

"Maybe I can't tell you," he suggested, shrugging. Percy knew he could tell Wesley but he didn't want to. He just didn't want Wesley to know that.

Oh, great. More cryptic stuff hinting at potentially fascinating possibilities. Way to be a tease, Percy.

"I suppose," he said stiffly, while his brain whirred around, trying to make sense of that "can't tell you" bit.

"Are you like gonna throw a tantrum because I won't tell you?" Percy asked, now sounding amused. "Chill out, man."

"I'll do no such thing," said Wes with as much dignity as he could. "I'm simply curious. But now that I see curiosity is so offensive to you, I'll do my best to subdue it."

After he said that last part, he wished he'd said it with a bit more sarcasm. Or any at all, really. It came out a bit creepy.

"You're overreacting," Percy said, eyes widening for an instant. "It's not offensive, it's just not going to make me talk. I can't, all right? I can't."

"Then don't!" he exclaimed. He was curious, but not that curious, and Percy was making such a production over the whole thing... "I'm truly over it."

Percy was just going...stare at the exclamation before he shook his head and looked back towards the movie. He was pretty sure that Wesley needed to chill out.

"...you're the one asking," Percy reminded him in case he'd forgotten. His voice was mild, at least. "So, quit yelling at me like you're not."

Wesley put on the "I'm dealing with an irrational teenager" face that he'd perfected back in Sunnydale. It was a face he was particularly proud of, actually. Very Watchery. Never mind that it was just condescending enough to get him beat up one of these days.

"I haven't been asking for several minutes now," he pointed out blandly.

Percy rubbed his brow and wondered if Wesley got annoyed this easily for everyone. "Yeah, I got that. Look, if I'm able to talk about it one day, you'll be the first to know, okay?"

Percy thought that was a pretty decent compromise. He didn't know if he'd follow through (just because he'd probably forget) but the offer was something.

Nah, the ability to annoy Wesley to this extent belonged to a select few lucky people. Percy, Faith, Xander Harris...

"That sounds - amenable," he replied. Honestly, he hadn't expected any such compromise. He'd been planning on just snarking at Percy with no results forever. This plan sounded better. "Thank you," he added.

"Cool," Percy said, nodding. "Until then, we can still spar, if you want. Not today, though. Two days in a row is overdoing it. I'd rather just stay lazy."

If Wesley visibly brightened at that, it was definitely not because Percy was an awesome fencer and he liked getting the chance to practice with him. Definitely not. ~~Except that that was totally the reason.~~ It was totally just because he liked waving a sword in Percy's face.

"All right," he said, trying to sound cool and not as enthused as he was. "Perhaps Thursday or Friday after classes?"

"I've got a class Thursday so Friday might work better," Percy offered after a moment. "I might need the exercise to work off the tension from the week too."

Two classes with his cousins and Jason the face stealer made it hard to stay relaxed for a chunk of time.

"Sounds manageable." He actually had two classes on Friday, but that hardly counted as being busy. With all the free time Fandom gave him, even with four classes and a library aide position, he got bored absurdly easily. Every time he mentioned that to anyone, though, they acted like he was mad.

"So, Friday." And then, unable to resist, Percy added, "It'll give you time to practice."

They'd come to an understanding, yeah, but that wasn't going to stop Percy's jerkiness completely.

That was okay, Wes could take it. Mainly by deluding himself that he'd been hustling Percy in the first place and could totally take him.

"Mm. I'll be sure to do that," he said with as much sarcasm as he could.

But seriously, he probably should pratice. Wes made a mental note to head to the salle later or tomorrow to get on that.

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