Good day, mortals.
I do not have time to waste, so let's get to the point. I need a spy.
Requirements:
-Does not ask too many questions
-Can and will follow instructions
-Has an attraction to boys
If you accept my proposal, press "Read" for more det...
You found Annabeth's request of you reading to be odd. From the looks of the book, the page she wanted you to read was about in the middle, so why would she suddenly require help to read the book? If she did need someone to read to her, then why would she go to you? Wouldn't she go to someone she's more familiar with?
You glanced at Percy and Nico. They watched you as if waiting for you to begin reading. But you didn't think they cared to hear what the book was about.
You: They look literate.
You gestured to Percy and Nico.
You: Why not have one of them read?
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Annabeth: It's funny, isn't it? Each of us has dyslexia, so when we have to read something, we ask ourselves why we don't have a friend that can read easier.
Percy: One time, when we went to a restaurant, it took us an hour to order food because we couldn't read the menu.
Annabeth: That's because the menu was in French. We just thought we were having a particularly bad day and couldn't concentrate enough to read.
You smiled, growing comfortable with the crew. They all seemed so cool and understanding, you felt like they were better at making friends than you were.
You: Okay, I'll give it a shot. Where do I start?
Annabeth: Thanks. There's a section that is titled "Egyptian Gods's Influence on Pharohs", can you read that for me?
You: Uh...okay.
Scanning the pages in front of you, you couldn't find the sub-header, so you began to turn the page.
Annabeth placed her hand on the page before you could turn it.
Annabeth: No, no, it's on this page.
She pointed to the section for you.
You: Thanks. Um:
Egyptian Gods' Influence on Pharaohs
From the de--beginning of the bay--day--the Pharaoh's efforts go into...
You paused and put your hands on the book, having a small space between them where the words would be shown through.
You: ...into overlooking his empire. He wore clothes mabe--made out of extensive material...
You looked up to Annabeth.
You: That's all you wanted me to read, right?
Annabeth: (nods) It's fine...if you don't mind, can I ask you some questions.
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