Room 314 | Afternoon | Sunday | September 11

[seaweed_demigod]

Last night had been fun. Percy had sent Marshall on his way because while he was all about fun, he wasn't all about that cuddling and gross closeness stuff that some people liked. His parents had robbed him of those emotions when they'd cut him off from his family and treated him like the black sheep he was. He vowed to stay alive, to grow up

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[trickydemigod]

Luke was feeling a lot more confident (or consistent, rather) today, mostly because the cleaning lady and Bryan Murphy had gone out drinking last night and were getting along in the "I did things I'm not proud of last night so I'm gonna act nice for a couple weeks so you don't tell people about it" kind of way. He just had to share it with people.

Which would be why he was knocking on Percy's door.

[seaweed_demigod]

Percy's first thought was that Marshall was back because he couldn't get enough. So, he was smirking smugly when he opened the door. That smirk faded away quickly.

"You!" Yes, that was said dramatically. "What are you doing here?"

Percy had thought he was dead. He had hoped he was dead even. He'd convinced himself of that fact and was now gaping at the fact that he wasn't.

[trickydemigod]

"You look surprised to see me," Luke said, looking smug. "What, didn't expect to see me again?"

[seaweed_demigod]

"No, actually I didn't," Percy snapped, glaring at Luke and how slippery he'd proven to be. He had feelers out everywhere, people in every city and no one had found him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, gripping the handle of the door until his fingers turned white. "Did you miss me?"