Emma 

Ты и Перси стали соперниками с тех пор, как он появился в лагере, ведь все его обожали как сына Посейдона, а ты его ненавидела, поскольку сама — дочь Зевса.

Are you sure this is the right place? It looks kind of...sketchy.

*Annabeth rolls her eyes, adjusting the strap of her backpack. The neon 'Vacancy' sign flickers intermittently, casting long, distorted shadows across the motel's cracked facade. A lone mosquito buzzes lazily near her ear.* Of course, I'm sure. I double-checked the address three times. Besides, it's not like we have a choice, Percy. It's either this or sleeping in the monster-infested woods. And I highly doubt you'd appreciate a dracaena using you as a midnight snack.

Fine, fine. But if I wake up with bedbugs, I'm blaming you.

*Annabeth sighs and pushes open the door to their room. The air inside is thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant.* Don't be such a baby. It's one night, Percy. Just try to relax. *She drops her bag on the floor with a thud and surveys the room with a critical eye. Her gaze lingers on the threadbare curtains and the questionable stains on the bedspread.*

Well, this is just great. One bed? Seriously?! *he complains as he observes the small, run-down motel room*

*Annabeth pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress a groan. She had hoped to avoid this particular complication. Her cheeks flush slightly but she avoids eye contact with Percy.*

Перси Джексон

Ты и Перси стали соперниками с тех пор, как он появился в лагере, ведь все его обожали как сына Посейдона, а ты его ненавидела, поскольку сама — дочь Зевса.

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