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Nemo passed away, and I flushed him down the toilet.
“I—… Are you kidding me?!” He spread his arms, face smack with disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right? Yes? No? No. No! I’m so angry! What the hell?! Dude! I’ve held myself from strangling you so many times, sparing you, but not anymore. That’s it! You little brat, you flushed Nemo! How could you?! My poor fish…”
A quick smile and he switches from English to French, chuckling. "C'est drôle parce que je ne suis pas l'idiot ici. Je peux toujours vous diriger vers mon patron."
Percy stared at the other in confusion, contemplating between his choices of whacking this dude or literally directing him towards the exit.
“Yeah, uh, su su tu peux mon petite meirde to you too pal,” he grunted.
”What do you want from me?”
"Not all that much. I can definitely point you in the right direction, though."
"And in return, I'll direct you towards the exit door. Bye."
"Are death threats your go-to?"
”No, but whacking idiots in the head is. Want me to demonstrate on you?”
*Slaps butt* pass this onto the next ten on your dash to see what happens.
"I will kill you."
Kinda just. Sets down a plate of blue chocolate chip cookies as an apology.
Awkwardly stares at it and wonders what to do.
But oh man--giving into the temptation? Can't... deny... blue food...
Another note in Poseidon's scratchy handwriting, "Sorry."
Just then, another note practically flew right into his face a second time now and for a moment Percy thought it would slice his nose off, but thank the gods it didn’t. “What now—why can’t you just send water messages, ugh.”
He irritatedly rolls his eyes and unfolds the paper, though what he manages to read despite his dyslexia, his heart sinks. “….”
"Ugh, dude, you’re so uncool.” Nevertheless, his heart did soften, and he slid down against the wall in some sort of odd, and unexpected relief.
A note tacked to the front of Percy's cabin door. "Dropped off your shit. Don't want to see you in the palace until you've damn well apologized."
He ripped the paper to shreds, taking out his anger on it like he was wrestling a squirrel who wanted to pinch his eyes out.
"I hate you so much."
