[Percy is on the verge of responding to Annabeth in kind, maybe with some teasing and another kiss, when a scratching sound makes itself known. And then a whimpering. And then finally a godawful howling. Pushing himself up so he can see out a window, he spots Mrs O’Leary lifting her head to the sky.]
Oh – crap. [Annabeth gets an apologetic look.] I should – probably see to her before the kedan come after us with pitchforks.
no subject
Oh – crap. [Annabeth gets an apologetic look.] I should – probably see to her before the kedan come after us with pitchforks.