"Percy, actually," he says, and there's that little tinge coming back into his cheeks. "My friends call me Percy."
It sounds ludicrous as soon as he says it - friends, as though he's had any of those in years. It's hard to remember the last time he's heard anyone call him Percy, for that matter, and right now, he doesn't want to try.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he adds a too-bright, "So. Where to," and gives himself a mental kick in the pants. Get it together, for fuck's sake.
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Date: 2024-12-31 10:11 pm (UTC)It sounds ludicrous as soon as he says it - friends, as though he's had any of those in years. It's hard to remember the last time he's heard anyone call him Percy, for that matter, and right now, he doesn't want to try.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he adds a too-bright, "So. Where to," and gives himself a mental kick in the pants. Get it together, for fuck's sake.