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fandomhighdorms2010-09-06 03:07 pm
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]
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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Which was to say he didn't like it at all.
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She reminded Percy a little of Annabeth with the way she carried herself but even Annabeth wasn't as arrogant as Kate was.
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"Does it really make any difference?" Oh yes, it did, even to her (some of the time, anyway), but now she was just saying it like that for the hell of it. "Anyway, that's assuming I actually do it to everyone all the time."
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Well... It depended on what she was talking about.
"Anyway, I'm too awesome for that to happen."
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"You're not short on confidence," he added. It was sort of a compliment, at least.
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"No reason to be," Kate replied, a tad smugly, peering into her cup to see whether using a spoon was still useful. It wasn't. "I'm fabulous like that," she added idly, before bringing the cup to her mouth to lick it clean.
Such a pudding addict. Nothing should be wasted.
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He didn't know why but it felt weird to watch someone do that.
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"Mm." She dropped the empty cup into the trash. "Good pudding."
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Kate and philosophizing? Not exactly a match made in heaven.
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Which... really probably was all there was to know about it.
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After slightly picking on him for a while. Ahem.
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