⤜ starter !! *:･ﾟ✧ ╱ @ininked
percy was, at the end of the day, not generally phased by what others might label as “strange” — how could he be ? not when his world was a hodgepodge of mysteries & magic ( not when he grew up wandering the streets of new york city ). although, usually the sight before him would scream other things. aka: the immortal. ( or, well, there’s the potential of a parent induced dress code he guessed. but that screamed old movies out of the early 1900s or something, right ? those silent black & white ones ). the demigod’s gaze locked onto the other ( hopefully the same age. really he could not stress the “gods” thing enough ) body with a tilt of the head. the pen twirled between fingers a contemplative habit hard to kick.
❝ don’t those things get like, I don’t know, uncomfortable ? after a while. I cannot imagine wandering around in a suit of all things. pretty sure that would be asking to get beat up or something if I had shown up to school or whatever in the same. then again pretty sure I would also rip the pants within a day. ❞ polite, percy. real polite.