(Percy hadn't adjusted to the lack of animals or plants. He'd likely never come to appreciate that lack of nature; he had to big of a heart for it. It would take him a while to genuinely appreciate the master craftsmanship of the city. He'd never much had the luxury to appreciate that kind of thing before. He mostly just stopped through cities and tried to get on to where he needed to be next as quickly as possible. He wasn't Annabeth either. Didn't have that same love of architect. Though as he stared about, he couldn't help but think she'd be losing her shit here.
None taken. Percy would be insulted if his horse wasn't properly admired. Blackjack was gorgeous and Percy would brag ten times louder about the pegasus than he would ever brag about himself. He had zero ego but all bulk up for the animal. Honestly, Percy would have no idea. Blackjack naturally took to the air. He was meant for flying, not racing. Were he to run on his hooves like that, Percy thinks Blackjack would give up on pure frustration. He wasn't as fast on his feet, definitely not, and Valkyrie would probably take the cake. The other horse looked strong in that kind of way, built for the tracks, and Blackjack was built for the air.
As soon as Percy hears Valkyrie speak in an Australian accent, he smiles ten inches wide from ear to ear. Oh, he hadn't expected that at all)
It's going pretty good, thanks.
(Blackjack's own ears were flickering forward, tail swishing curiously. He sniffed at the funky things in Valkyrie's mane, not recognizing the stylized way they were put up.
Ya done up all like a My Little Pony, you are. Don't that bother you? Not that you look bad or anythin' I'm just sayin'. Though I guess if Boss wanted my hair all braided up and fancy I wouldn't say no.)
Dude, your horse has a legit Australian accent. It's so thick, it's kind of great. He sounds like Steve Irwin or something.
(Wings just come with me. The Boss rides me natural like. I like it that way best no saddles, no nothin' in my mouth, don't like that. Feel like a real schmuck with bits and pieces all over. Not natural for a pegasus, nope. Don't gotta be strapped up to be a made man.
It's particularly hard for Percy. For him, it's as loud and clear as if two people were talking right next to them.)
No, not too bad. And no. Haven't been around much at all, gotta say. So should we head out then?
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None taken. Percy would be insulted if his horse wasn't properly admired. Blackjack was gorgeous and Percy would brag ten times louder about the pegasus than he would ever brag about himself. He had zero ego but all bulk up for the animal. Honestly, Percy would have no idea. Blackjack naturally took to the air. He was meant for flying, not racing. Were he to run on his hooves like that, Percy thinks Blackjack would give up on pure frustration. He wasn't as fast on his feet, definitely not, and Valkyrie would probably take the cake. The other horse looked strong in that kind of way, built for the tracks, and Blackjack was built for the air.
As soon as Percy hears Valkyrie speak in an Australian accent, he smiles ten inches wide from ear to ear. Oh, he hadn't expected that at all)
It's going pretty good, thanks.
(Blackjack's own ears were flickering forward, tail swishing curiously. He sniffed at the funky things in Valkyrie's mane, not recognizing the stylized way they were put up.
Ya done up all like a My Little Pony, you are. Don't that bother you? Not that you look bad or anythin' I'm just sayin'. Though I guess if Boss wanted my hair all braided up and fancy I wouldn't say no.)
Dude, your horse has a legit Australian accent. It's so thick, it's kind of great. He sounds like Steve Irwin or something.
(Wings just come with me. The Boss rides me natural like. I like it that way best no saddles, no nothin' in my mouth, don't like that. Feel like a real schmuck with bits and pieces all over. Not natural for a pegasus, nope. Don't gotta be strapped up to be a made man.
It's particularly hard for Percy. For him, it's as loud and clear as if two people were talking right next to them.)
No, not too bad. And no. Haven't been around much at all, gotta say. So should we head out then?