(Percy is glad to be spared of any rants about how Gyro didn't need hand-outs. It was kind of Percy's way of repaying him for giving Blackjack a friend and a place to visit and so frankly, he didn't want to hear any of it. In any case, it wasn't just for Valkyrie so he felt like there wasn't much for Gyro to protest about in the first place.
At the mention of carrots, Percy outright laughs, his shoulders shaking and any of that leftover tension completely broke out of him. This was Gyro. There was literally nothing to worry about. Percy would fumble, sound like an idiot, meet his own personal status quota of being an embarrassing person, and that was that. Who cared?)
Noted. No carrots.
(Percy quirked a brow and rolled his eyes at the same exact time. Then he glanced down to where Gyro had jutted his ass out and gave a bigger snort.)
Uh, sure dude, whatever makes you happy. I thought it complimented your shoulders more but whatever.
(On guys like Gyro, he wasn't paying too much attention to the ass. It was a lot more the rest of the body and display of muscles. There weren't many guys Percy met that were bigger than him. For a sixteen year old, he was impressive enough on his own. Standing six foot even and weighing in impressively on pure muscle - he was a good sized kid all things considered. Kid wasn't scrappy. His arms were thick though not rippling and his abdomen could grill some burgers. Though the clothes he wore weren't flashy, they fit him which wound up complimenting the natural cuts of his body. This suit of Gyro's? It complimented the cuts of his body too. And he was bigger than Percy by a good deal. It was....
It was attractive.
Percy shrugs at the explanation. He had no idea what was or wasn't professional. He had seen some seriously gaudy suits in his life time that people believed were "professional". Gyro does look nice though and he supposed as long as that was the case then it was professional enough. Percy himself has literally never worn a suit in his life. The Greek demigods, if forced to partake in formal events, usually had to wear actual Greek robes. They were always baggy, awful, and unflattering on literally everyone.
Maybe one day someone would throw him into a suit.)
The healers at our camp are all Apollo's kids and they mostly just wear ripped jeans and sneakers but I guess they're not exactly running a business either so it doesn't matter as much.
(Well okay, sometimes they wore scrubs during serious procedures but for the most part, it was real casual.)
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At the mention of carrots, Percy outright laughs, his shoulders shaking and any of that leftover tension completely broke out of him. This was Gyro. There was literally nothing to worry about. Percy would fumble, sound like an idiot, meet his own personal status quota of being an embarrassing person, and that was that. Who cared?)
Noted. No carrots.
(Percy quirked a brow and rolled his eyes at the same exact time. Then he glanced down to where Gyro had jutted his ass out and gave a bigger snort.)
Uh, sure dude, whatever makes you happy. I thought it complimented your shoulders more but whatever.
(On guys like Gyro, he wasn't paying too much attention to the ass. It was a lot more the rest of the body and display of muscles. There weren't many guys Percy met that were bigger than him. For a sixteen year old, he was impressive enough on his own. Standing six foot even and weighing in impressively on pure muscle - he was a good sized kid all things considered. Kid wasn't scrappy. His arms were thick though not rippling and his abdomen could grill some burgers. Though the clothes he wore weren't flashy, they fit him which wound up complimenting the natural cuts of his body. This suit of Gyro's? It complimented the cuts of his body too. And he was bigger than Percy by a good deal. It was....
It was attractive.
Percy shrugs at the explanation. He had no idea what was or wasn't professional. He had seen some seriously gaudy suits in his life time that people believed were "professional". Gyro does look nice though and he supposed as long as that was the case then it was professional enough. Percy himself has literally never worn a suit in his life. The Greek demigods, if forced to partake in formal events, usually had to wear actual Greek robes. They were always baggy, awful, and unflattering on literally everyone.
Maybe one day someone would throw him into a suit.)
The healers at our camp are all Apollo's kids and they mostly just wear ripped jeans and sneakers but I guess they're not exactly running a business either so it doesn't matter as much.
(Well okay, sometimes they wore scrubs during serious procedures but for the most part, it was real casual.)