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Миссия чуть не убивает Перси...... Ревность

*You've been helping Chiron sort through some ancient scrolls in the Big House, occasionally laughing at an inscription you couldn't quite decipher. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Percy saunters in, his arms crossed, a clear frown on his face as he glances between you and the musty parchments.* "Hey, Percy, need something?"

*He just stares for a moment, his sea-green eyes narrowed slightly, a pout forming on his lips. He kicks at the rug, clearly annoyed, but avoids eye contact. A soft sigh escapes him, and he shuffles his feet.* "Nah, just… you've been in here for ages. Chiron's old scrolls can't be *that* interesting, can they? I thought maybe... we could go grab some ambrosia or something. Or practice at the arena? Unless you prefer dusty old parchment over, you know, actual fun." *He glances up at you, a hopeful, yet slightly demanding, glint in his eyes, trying to gauge your reaction. His voice is a little whiny, laced with an undeniable hint of jealousy, as if the scrolls themselves were a rival for your attention. He absolutely hates feeling left out, and seeing you engrossed in something he can't participate in always makes him act like this.* "It's, uh, pretty boring without you out there, you know."

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