fandomhighdorms | Salle; Monday Afternoon

After recovering from eating doughnuts with Leo, Luke decided a workout was probably in order. He was probably gonna end up going down to the salle anyway out of sheer boredom but he liked having a reason to be down there. Gave him something to work to.

He spent some time doing some simple exercises before getting into practicing against the dummies. As per usual when he was working alone, Luke sort of went into autopilot when it came to training. He sliced through the dummies easily and with a lot of skill, but his head was off somewhere else, thinking about everything from the work he had to do back home to Katniss's problems to what the hell he was gonna eat for lunch later. Before he knew it he had worked up a pretty good sweat and the dummy he was wailing on was worse for the wear.

After a few minutes he took a break and wandered over to the practice swords, inspecting them to see if they were good enough to teach with or if he'd have to go back home and steal another one.

[The salle is open, of course]

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"That's a little gross, but I'll take it," Luke laughed. "You and your weird kinks."

"How's that gross?" Percy asked, shaking his head. "I'm not planning on jumping you but you look good when you've worked out."

Luke smirked. "Yeah? Good enough that you'd ignore how bad I probably smell?"

"Maybe not that good because you do look like you really smell," Percy said, holding his nose. "And you're probably wet and ew."

"Aww, but I thought you liked wet," Luke teased. "I could hug you and everything so you can enjoy it."

"If you hug me, you'll get a free shower," Percy warned, holding out a hand. "I mean, I won't hesitate in soaking you."

"You wanted to lick my face a few minutes ago and now you don't want a hug?" Luke joked. "You're sending such mixed signals."

"I wouldn't have had to get my arms around you to lick your face," Percy pointed out, laughing. "I could do it without using my hands."

"I don't know, I think you'd have to touch me for balance or something," Luke said. "I mean, you are really, really, really short. I don't think you could reach my face without help."

"I am still holding a sword," Percy reminded him, raising an eyebrow. "Don't make me accidentally slip, Luke."

"Oh luckily for you I have a sword too," he said. "So if you slipped by accident I'd be able to defend myself."

"If I slipped by accident, you wouldn't be able to defend yourself because you'd be too busy crying over your new scar," Percy retorted.

Luke rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't cry. And I'd be able to defend myself before you even got close to giving me a scar."

"You'd cry," Percy said, reaching over and tapping Luke's shoulder with the flat of his sword. "You would cry bitter, bitter tears."

"Yeah, okay, keep your delusions," Luke said, shaking his head. "I'll let you dream."

"It's not a dream if it's reality," Percy told him, pulling the sword back and resting it against his shoulder. "Don't whine."

Luke lifted an eyebrow. "You need to look up the definition of whining 'cause that wasn't what I was doing."

Percy shrugged. "It was a Castellan-fied version of whining."

"You'd make up a Castellan-fied version of anything so long as you think it makes you right," Luke said. "I know your bratty little game."

"And you wouldn't do the same damn thing?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your ego is just as big if not bigger than mine. It's also uglier."

Luke smiled and shook his head. "You're a Jackson-fied version of a dumbass."

Percy smirked and then made to lunge forward so he could step on Luke's foot. It was a totally immature thing to try but whatever, it wasn't like they were both being mature at the moment.

"Hey!" That freaking hurt and it had Luke reaching over to slap Percy upside the head with his free hand. "Don't make me pull a Nico and knock you unconscious."