Hey, my name’s Jason Grace. I’m seventeen, and Camp Jupiter’s former praetor, but I spend a lot of my time at Camp Half-Blood.
I’m the son of Jupiter/Zeus, and I’d be in Cabin One, but I try to stay out of there as much as possible…it freaks me out.
I’m… not sure what else there is to say about myself. My brain’s been a little fuzzy ever since my memories were… well, stolen and replaced. But hey, I’m always open to making new ones! Just… please, don’t try to send me on any quests…
(ooc below)
hi hi hi i’m @watered-down-lemonade, you can call me jack or donnie (he/they/it) :3
this is my first rp blog so erm sorry if it’s awful but i’m trying to be more confident heh
ummm tbh i haven’t read the books in a while so i may have lowkey forgotten things so sorry about that…. also if you have suggestions for the intro tell me please cause i think it’s ass but idk how to fix it 😭
my asks are always open, since i genuinely have like no life ummmm pleasetalktomepleaseplease !!!
also i don’t mind rping most ships (just let me know if that’s what we’re doing loll) and i’m comfortable with angst/heavy topics but nothing sexual please as i am 1) a minor and 2) just not very comfortable with that :P (also ace jason real…. heh… /silly)
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
I- thanks… I guess I was just a bit worried? I don’t want to ruin it and I mean I’ve known that you’re attractive for years but… well since me and Annie broke up I’ve been thinking about different things? God I sound stupid
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘different things’?” He tilts his head questioningly. He doesn’t let him reply before he cuts in again. “Do you mean… um, I mean-” He sighs, then takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? Is that what you’re… trying to say?” He asks bluntly, biting his lip nervously. “Because I think- I- um…” He shakes his head. “Just… do you?”
He takes a moment to process that, before letting out a soft ‘oh.’
He keeps his one hand on Percy’s arm, but uses his other hand to gently pull Percy’s hands off his face and tilt his head up to face him. “I… I think I like you too,” he responds, biting his lip nervously. “Like, a lot.”
//ooc: i thought i replied to this earlier ?? sorry😭
“I don’t know. It’s not like I thought about it that much while dating Piper. And that was only because of Hera, it wasn’t even… my choice. And then I really got to know you, outside of the life-threatening quest, and I… gods, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before.”
“Oh my gods,” he mumbles, closing his eyes for just a moment. “That… wow.” He runs his hand over Percy’s arm absentmindedly, trying to process what just happened. “Wow.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
I- thanks… I guess I was just a bit worried? I don’t want to ruin it and I mean I’ve known that you’re attractive for years but… well since me and Annie broke up I’ve been thinking about different things? God I sound stupid
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘different things’?” He tilts his head questioningly. He doesn’t let him reply before he cuts in again. “Do you mean… um, I mean-” He sighs, then takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? Is that what you’re… trying to say?” He asks bluntly, biting his lip nervously. “Because I think- I- um…” He shakes his head. “Just… do you?”
He takes a moment to process that, before letting out a soft ‘oh.’
He keeps his one hand on Percy’s arm, but uses his other hand to gently pull Percy’s hands off his face and tilt his head up to face him. “I… I think I like you too,” he responds, biting his lip nervously. “Like, a lot.”
//ooc: i thought i replied to this earlier ?? sorry😭
“I don’t know. It’s not like I thought about it that much while dating Piper. And that was only because of Hera, it wasn’t even… my choice. And then I really got to know you, outside of the life-threatening quest, and I… gods, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
I- thanks… I guess I was just a bit worried? I don’t want to ruin it and I mean I’ve known that you’re attractive for years but… well since me and Annie broke up I’ve been thinking about different things? God I sound stupid
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘different things’?” He tilts his head questioningly. He doesn’t let him reply before he cuts in again. “Do you mean… um, I mean-” He sighs, then takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? Is that what you’re… trying to say?” He asks bluntly, biting his lip nervously. “Because I think- I- um…” He shakes his head. “Just… do you?”
He takes a moment to process that, before letting out a soft ‘oh.’
He keeps his one hand on Percy’s arm, but uses his other hand to gently pull Percy’s hands off his face and tilt his head up to face him. “I… I think I like you too,” he responds, biting his lip nervously. “Like, a lot.”
//ooc: i thought i replied to this earlier ?? sorry😭
“I don’t know. It’s not like I thought about it that much while dating Piper. And that was only because of Hera, it wasn’t even… my choice. And then I really got to know you, outside of the life-threatening quest, and I… gods, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
I- thanks… I guess I was just a bit worried? I don’t want to ruin it and I mean I’ve known that you’re attractive for years but… well since me and Annie broke up I’ve been thinking about different things? God I sound stupid
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘different things’?” He tilts his head questioningly. He doesn’t let him reply before he cuts in again. “Do you mean… um, I mean-” He sighs, then takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? Is that what you’re… trying to say?” He asks bluntly, biting his lip nervously. “Because I think- I- um…” He shakes his head. “Just… do you?”
He takes a moment to process that, before letting out a soft ‘oh.’
He keeps his one hand on Percy’s arm, but uses his other hand to gently pull Percy’s hands off his face and tilt his head up to face him. “I… I think I like you too,” he responds, biting his lip nervously. “Like, a lot.”
//ooc: i thought i replied to this earlier ?? sorry😭
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
I- thanks… I guess I was just a bit worried? I don’t want to ruin it and I mean I’ve known that you’re attractive for years but… well since me and Annie broke up I’ve been thinking about different things? God I sound stupid
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘different things’?” He tilts his head questioningly. He doesn’t let him reply before he cuts in again. “Do you mean… um, I mean-” He sighs, then takes a deep breath. “Do you like me? Is that what you’re… trying to say?” He asks bluntly, biting his lip nervously. “Because I think- I- um…” He shakes his head. “Just… do you?”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
“I’m not ‘stuck here’ with you, Perce, I want to be here. And I… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s weird. I think that- I think that you’re really handsome too. Even if you’re not wearing my clothes,” he admits, his face getting even redder. “I guess maybe I’m really not the best person to ask about what’s weird to do or not. But, still…” He trails off, shrugging.
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
*he avoids eye contact* not really…. But- I- uhh, you’re really hot? Especially in my clothes… *he tries playing it off* but that’s not something I can just say haha
He freezes for a moment, his face going red and his brain trying to process what Percy’s saying. “You think- oh. That’s-” He cuts himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “Why can you not just say that?” He finally manages. “Do you think I’ll be… mad? Or… or something?” He asks, then quickly adds, “I’m not, just so you know. Not at all.”
//ooc: if you saw me accidentally reblog that on my main blog no you didn’t…
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
I- well.. oh! I was going to text my mom about coming over to see Estelle… shit *he hurries over to the couch looking for his phone* and definitely we need food… bagels? There’s a good place down the street. Are museums interesting to you?
He follows Percy over to the couch without thinking, putting his hand on the back of it as he watches. “That sounds nice, I don’t think I’ve met Estelle before. Bagels sound good, and yeah, I like museums,” he says, watching Percy closely as he searches for his phone.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asks. “You seem… panicked. There’s no time limit on texting your mom, you know. I don’t mind what time we see them.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
*he swallows thickly, looking down at his baggy pants* yeah, yes good good thing. If it were any tighter I think you’d be bursting out of that shirt *he tries for a joke and laughs*
He laughs, smiling. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Percy, slightly confused and worried, but decides he’s probably just still tired. “So, you said you were planning what we were going to do today? Do you… um, what was the plan?”
//ooc: like honestly i am having a proper full-on GAY CRISIS /ref
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
*he looks up from whatever he’s doing and stands still, face going red. The jeans hug Jason’s leg muscles perfectly and the shirt leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He feels his mouth go dry as he stands there just staring at Jason before somewhat collecting himself and clearing his throat* mmh, uh yeah thank you! I mean they fit? Shirt looks a little… tight?
He shrugs. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve worn stuff like this before. I guess I just never actually realized how much smaller you are than me. Good thing you wear baggy clothes, huh?”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
He enters the kitchen not too long after, adjusting the shirt slightly. The clothes fit well enough, but they’re certainly not loose at all. He looks at Percy’s outfit, nodding. “Nice shirt,” he comments, looking amused. “And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes.”
Morning Jace *percy comes in with two coffees and puts one of them on the side table* - @prettyperseus
//ooc: starting anew train cause it was getting long
Jason sits up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he tries to focus on Percy. He grabs his glasses from the table, putting them on. “Mmh, good morning. And thank you,” he mumbles, reaching out to take the cup, still half-asleep.
You sure slept well *he ruffles his hair good naturedly, sitting down on the bed next to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he clearly didn’t get enough sleep but he decides not to mention it*
He huffs in slight protest at the hair-ruffling, but he doesn’t say anything, holding the coffee cup in one hand as he waits for it to cool. “Did you sleep okay? You look… tired,” he comments, frowning worriedly and reaching out to brush a piece of Percy’s hair out of his face.
*he looks down at his coffee* oh, well I…- I was just planning our day out! It’s gonna be great *in reality he’d been overthinking every interaction he’d had with Jason ever*
“Um, well, maybe we could stay in for a little longer? You could get some more sleep. I wouldn’t want you collapsing in the middle of the sidewalk…” he says lightheartedly, but he looks genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t mind staying in for now,” he adds, hoping Percy won’t flat out deny it just for the sake of showing him the city.
I think- I think that’s uhhh *his eyes droop at the thought of sleeping and he puts his coffee on the table before promptly falling asleep almost on top of Jason in the tiny bed*
“Oh-” He wraps his arms around Percy to keep him from falling off the bed, adjusting their position to be more comfortable. His face is bright red, but he’s too worried about waking Percy up to dare getting up off the bed. He stays still, holding Percy carefully.
He reaches out to brush a hand softly through Percy’s hair, allowing himself to do so only because Percy is asleep. He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and keeping his hand gently tangled in Percy’s hair.
*After a little while, he wakes up. He feels Jason's hand carding through his hair and feels himself blush. Not really knowing if he should say anything. It isn't unpleasant. It's nice, calming. He imagines waking up to this every morning. Waking up next to Jason...*
He sits up a bit when he feels Percy move, his hand freezing in Percy’s hair. He’s unsure if he should pull his hand away, or if Percy… doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind. “Uh, hey.”
“Well, I haven’t really, um- been over at anyone’s apartment before. I just… your hair was getting in your face when you fell asleep and I wanted to fix it and- um,” he rambles, his face red. He doesn’t make eye contact with Percy, too embarrassed, but he still hasn’t fully pulled his hand away.
He lets his hand fall, resting it next to Percy’s leg. “…alright.” He pauses, just looking at Percy for a second. “Are you feeling any better? Less tired?” He asks quietly.
He looks down at the hand on his leg, a little flustered, before he answers the question. “It’s starting to. But I’d rather you have slept. You barely got your coffee set down before you fell asleep. And spilling that would not have been good for either of us…”
He smiles at the joke, watching Percy. “Oh, um, do you have clothes that I could wear? I’d usually just wear my own clothes again, but since I slept in them….”
Yeah! Lemme see… *he looks for a second before pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that says ‘the ocean is in your eyes’ handing them to jason* does this work?
