-ѕнσνєѕ Ƥєяcу συт σƒ тнє вισ-

Alright, it's Annabeth here. I'm handling this because, you know, Percy has no idea what he's doing.

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Lєт'ѕ ιт gєт ιт ѕтαятє∂, мσятαℓѕ.

So, if you don't know this boy, his name is

Ｐｅｒｓｅｕｓ Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ，

And he's something that you don't want to mess with.

Percy is all things sugar, spice, and he can be not-so-nice if you hurt someone he loves ((especially me I won't deny it)).

This boy is so adorable that is hurts. He loves turtles to no end and don't even thing about touching his blue food.

He's the son of Poseidon, Greek god of the sea. That means one thing:

Hє cαη'т ∂яσωη, αη∂ ηєιтнєя cαη нιѕ ραηcαкєѕ.

Don't ask.

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Now let's move onto another matter.

Ƭнιѕ вσу, нє ιѕ тαкєη, ву уσυяѕ тяυℓу. Ɲσт ѕσмє cℓιcнє OƤ Mαяу-Sυє ƒяσм α ƒαηƒιcтιση.

Ƥ Ɛ R Ƈ A Ɓ Ɛ Ƭ H.

Lєαяη ιт, ℓινє ιт, ℓσνє ιт. Ɗση'т мєѕѕ ωιтн ιт

If you even think about flirting with him, touching him, hurting him or all of the above, you will have a drakon bone sword in your gut. I didn't go through Hell with him for nothing.

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Well, I guess she covered most of that up. Love you, by the way.
So, that's it for now. c:

Peace from Manhattan, fellow turtles.
~Percy