- "Brat!"
- Percy & Dionysus
- Platonic

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"What did you do now?"

Percy blinked, surprised at the sudden question; he was unprepared to answer it.

"What makes you think I did anything? I'm as good as gold, thank you very much." He sasssed, ignoring the less than impressed expression of his camp director.

"You always do something... Perry. You are not as good as gold - as rusty as iron maybe."

Percy's head shot back in confused, kind of disbelief. Be pulled a face at the older man's odd choice of words.

"Anyway, Johnson, what did you do?"

Percy jumped back into reality, then, with that question. A huge grin spread across his face immediately.

"Oh! Yeah, the strawberry fields burnt down."

At the glare that formed on the camp director's face, seeing the way his nostrils flared and his nose twitched, Percy hurried to add:

"Which, actually wasn't my fault! I even put the fire out."

When the god shot up from his seat and barged past Percy, aggressively bumping shoulders with him, Percy scowled.

"You're welcome for trying to save your stupid strawberries." He murmed, his voice pure, unfiltered saltiness.

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"Oi, come here, Brat! I have witnesses saying it was your fault my precious strawberries were damaged."

Percy got up and simply ran.

There was no way the camp director could catch him.