Percy wasn’t all too close with this guy, but he knew not to be a shitbrick around him considering that he was the son of Morpheus and he didn’t need one more got hating him and having him suffer through a month more of advanced nightmares. So when this kid approached him, he thought, sure, why not?
He has a vague memory of teaming up with him for some game, but there wasn’t much that the other had said to endure Percy that he didn’t want to jab him in the knees, but still, the son of Poseidon thought a bit more positively; Okay, so atleast he’s not punching me face right now!
But something else had happened while the Sea Child ran his mouth over some topic that regarded apple pies not being as nearly good as bacon with cheese. How they came to that subject, nobody really knows. Nor might they want to know.
Either way, in the midst of the conversation, he felt something lean into him which inevitably perked up his senses and had him glaring at the other. He was…well, to Percy’s surprise, asleep. And against him. Grunting out, the male puffed his cheek and sat there a little awkwardly in trying to figure out a way to wake the other up, or to play the game simple, and push him down. But since that was mean, he tried something else; mischief.
He calmly motioned towards the water, seizing it’s waves but commanding it to lift a ball of water about the size of Percy’s body, and had it hovering over the male next to him. He willed the water not to soak him, and right then, he dropped the enormous water droplet on the other and said with enthusiasm, “Morning, sleeping beauty! Now where were we—-oh yeah, food.”
