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POEM viii.
/PERCY'S POV/
It was pitifully obvious how distraught and uncomfortable Percy seemed to be with having Tyson as a brother. He liked the guy (monster?), yeah, but there was something about having him as a brother that he just seemed to be embarrassed by.
Icarus frowned every time Percy got flustered whenever their kinship was mentioned, protesting being actually related. It was sad to watch.
Annabeth tried to cheer him up, suggesting they worked on a chariot design together. She sheepishly apologized to Icarus, seeing as there was a two per team rule. The boy didn't mind, dismissing any interest in the games.
They were ridiculous- it was why they were banned.
Still, he sat with the two as they brainstormed ideas by the canoe lake, offering his own input every now and then.
Some kids from the Aphrodite cabin who thought they were the funniest people in the world walked by, jokingly asking Percy if he needed to borrow some eyeliner for his eye. "...Oh, sorry, eyes." they corrected with a giggle.
Icarus glared at them as they walked past whilst Annabeth grumbled to Percy, "Just ignore them, Percy. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother."
