Funny Moments. Ask someone mysterious questions, and then record every answer muttering something about 'psychological profiles'.
Ask someone mysterious questions, and then record every answer muttering something about 'psychological profiles'.
Travis and Connor Stoll walked away from the Ares cabin, giggling over their latest prank. They had somehow managed to glue all the beds together vertically. After fighting over who would get to sleep on the stack of beds, the cabin had decided to try ripping them apart. Let's just say, none of them would be sleeping on a bed for a while.
"Hey, Travis, Connor." Percy stopped jogging to walk next to them.
"Hi Percy," they both replied in unison.
"Do you guys do that a lot?" Percy asked, opening a notebook.
"That! The whole talking at the same time thing," he took a pencil out of his pocket.
"Not really," Travis said.
"All the time," Connor grinned.
"What are you talking about? We never do that!" Travis stared at his brother.
"What are you talking about? We always do that!" Connor stared right back.
While the two argued, Percy took notes in his notebook, nodding at every sentence the two boys said. When the two had finally reached an agreement Percy spoke. "I see. So would you consider yourselves to be similar?"
"Nah," Travis replied. "I got the good looks and the brains, and Connor got everything else."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Connor looked offended.
"I think you know." At Travis' comment Percy scribbled something in his notebook and mentioned something like 'psychological profiles'.
"Before you guys argue again, which is getting very annoying might I add, I have one question to ask you," Percy coughed while glancing at the words written on his hand. "What activities would you say, uh, deeply nourish you?"
"What does that mean?" Connor had a blank face.
"Who says 'nourish'?" Travis' face looked similar to his brother's.
"You guys are supposed to answer the question, not ask me more!" Percy looked mad for a second before jotting some more notes down.
"Wait a second…" Connor just realized that everything Percy was doing seemed familiar.
"You're not asking us mysterious questions then recording everything we say for our psychological profiles?" Travis asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Uhh…" Percy searched his brain for an answer. Abort! Abort!
"You are!" The brothers took a step towards Percy.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Is that Annabeth calling me? I got to go!" Percy turned around and ran away.