And if Pandora hadn’t been out of breath before, she was now. Percy Jackson? So maybe she wouldn’t forget the name, but it certainly didn’t ring any bells. Who was the boy running from hydras without any real signs of panic? He just kept running and she kept following because where else could she go? Stranger things had happened years upon years ago, but it had been so long since she’d been given any dosage of danger.
❝No, I was… I was retrieving a personal belonging.❞
It wasn’t a lie. That damned box was more trouble than it was worth.
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truth was, he had grown far too use to this!
danger and trouble had a tendency to tail him no matter where he went just like those hydras. nonetheless it meant he had the situation at hand under control, gaining the ability to remain calm and focused from far too much experience. now that they had stopped, however, percy let his eyes drift over the girl in slight concern.
; had he been too harsh before? or possibly unfair. he had dragged her along without any explanation too.
remember enough, he thought, to curse him later if he pulled a crazy stunt she wouldn’t be able to process as anything sane or normal.
❝ huh-- is it that box you're holding? uhm, and who are you? ❞