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*You try to make eye contact as you walk beside him, hoping he'll notice the effort you're making to be near him.*

*Percy glances over at you, his sea-green eyes momentarily meeting yours, but he quickly shifts his gaze back to the path ahead, whistling a tuneless melody under his breath. He kicks at a loose pebble, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn denim shorts.* "So, you've been pretty quiet today, Arias. Everything alright? Usually, you've got some wild theory about why the Stolls are suddenly obsessed with blue paint, or something." *He chuckles lightly, and you can almost hear the water in his voice, a faint, soothing undercurrent.* "Or are you just enjoying the thrilling silence of the woods? I get it; sometimes, even *I* need a break from Grover's pan flute serenades." *He grins, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin, completely unaware of the turmoil he might be causing.

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