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[It's a few hours after the execution that Percy finds himself wandering back to the hotel. His thoughts are fuzzy and his head's clouded but his feet keep moving. It's what he has to do. The blood from Harry's head has dried on his hands and his clothes from when he tried to wipe off his hands, but that's irrelevant to him. Instead, he enters the hotel and stands in the hall to think of where to go next.
The kitchen? No, found body parts there. The bath house? No, found body parts there, too. His room? It's not somewhere he wants to go now. More than anything, he's realized he doesn't necessarily want to be alone in that space right now...so he turns for the lounge. That seems safe.
It's there he finds Noctis on one of the couches with Sara's sword and his expression twitches into something a little like happiness. It's not, but it's a sign he's better off with Noctis than others. Without a word he slowly enters the room and settles on the couch next to him, curling up a little before resting his forehead on Noctis's shoulder. Hi, friend.]
Remember when weekends used to be fun?
The kitchen? No, found body parts there. The bath house? No, found body parts there, too. His room? It's not somewhere he wants to go now. More than anything, he's realized he doesn't necessarily want to be alone in that space right now...so he turns for the lounge. That seems safe.
It's there he finds Noctis on one of the couches with Sara's sword and his expression twitches into something a little like happiness. It's not, but it's a sign he's better off with Noctis than others. Without a word he slowly enters the room and settles on the couch next to him, curling up a little before resting his forehead on Noctis's shoulder. Hi, friend.]
Remember when weekends used to be fun?
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