Yeah, yeah they do. You know, not that I thought you were a jerk or anything before, but this whole self-aware thing is really making me like you more.
(He's not even trying to be a little shit nosed brat. He means it. Most adults loathed to admit the fault in their generation. Sure kids were real idiots but that wasn't to discredit all the adults out there who were just as big of idiots without the excuse of lacking experience that kids had.
Percy hums in thought, wondering if there was a way they could set up some sort of real stable system. He had the money....The means, however, was a totally different question. Did they even sell construction supplies or anything?)
No, I'd imagine. Blackjack mostly roams in the sky, not the ground.
(Which was a given but Percy felt the need to clarify anyway. Even if he wanted Blackjack to stay, he still wouldn't. It wasn't quite fair to the horse. Blackjack knew better than to just fly down into populated areas. After all, their camp had been on Long Island Sound and just outside of New York City. Blackjack had flown over the heart of the city plenty of times but knew that if he wanted to land, it was wiser to land on high skyscrapers' roofs and the like. Out of sight completely.)
He probably will whether or not I tell him to.
(Percy laughs a bit at this and glances over at Blackjack and Valkyrie.)
Not gonna lie, he'll probably fly out to hang with Valkyrie a lot now that he knows he's here.
(He tips his head to allow Gyro a better look. He wasn't self-conscious of the grey hair nor was he proud. It was just something that was there. Not with indifference but...muted feelings.)
Uh. Magic and stress? I don't know really. You know the story about the titan Atlas who held the world up? Yeah, well.
(Percy shrugged his shoulders and lifted his arms up as if to imitate the famous depiction of the story.)
For three or so minutes anyway.
(It had been enough to leave permanent damage though. In his hair but also in his head a little. Not that he talks about that sort of thing ever.)
Well anything's healthy in moderation or so they say. How can you be an idiot by not drinking?
(He's not even being preachy. He's just curious how that even works.)
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(He's not even trying to be a little shit nosed brat. He means it. Most adults loathed to admit the fault in their generation. Sure kids were real idiots but that wasn't to discredit all the adults out there who were just as big of idiots without the excuse of lacking experience that kids had.
Percy hums in thought, wondering if there was a way they could set up some sort of real stable system. He had the money....The means, however, was a totally different question. Did they even sell construction supplies or anything?)
No, I'd imagine. Blackjack mostly roams in the sky, not the ground.
(Which was a given but Percy felt the need to clarify anyway. Even if he wanted Blackjack to stay, he still wouldn't. It wasn't quite fair to the horse. Blackjack knew better than to just fly down into populated areas. After all, their camp had been on Long Island Sound and just outside of New York City. Blackjack had flown over the heart of the city plenty of times but knew that if he wanted to land, it was wiser to land on high skyscrapers' roofs and the like. Out of sight completely.)
He probably will whether or not I tell him to.
(Percy laughs a bit at this and glances over at Blackjack and Valkyrie.)
Not gonna lie, he'll probably fly out to hang with Valkyrie a lot now that he knows he's here.
(He tips his head to allow Gyro a better look. He wasn't self-conscious of the grey hair nor was he proud. It was just something that was there. Not with indifference but...muted feelings.)
Uh. Magic and stress? I don't know really. You know the story about the titan Atlas who held the world up? Yeah, well.
(Percy shrugged his shoulders and lifted his arms up as if to imitate the famous depiction of the story.)
For three or so minutes anyway.
(It had been enough to leave permanent damage though. In his hair but also in his head a little. Not that he talks about that sort of thing ever.)
Well anything's healthy in moderation or so they say. How can you be an idiot by not drinking?
(He's not even being preachy. He's just curious how that even works.)