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I wouldn't mind that. There's an awful lot of nice places out on the far side of the lake, at the edge of the woods. We could pack up a nice lunch or somethin'. Or dinner. Can he go outside durin' the day? I know some folks can't.

[That's always a concern for him now, making sure he can accomodate everyone. It's not a problem for him when he's awake 24/7.]

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[Sasuke actually lives on the far side of the lake at the edge of the woods, but he's so intensely private that Percy wouldn't dare disclose that information without explicit permission first, so he goes in a different direction with a small twinge of guilt for the misleading.]

He and I actually spar around there. And yeah, it'd have to be dinner. I'm usually at work during the day anyway.

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Spar? Like, uh...

[He's never been one for sports of any kind. He used to wrestle with his siblings, of course, but that's just normal sibling tussling. Very different from what he imagines when he thinks of sparring.]

Swords? It's swords that you spar with, right?

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[Percy groans, clapping a hand over his face. He hasn't seen Riptide in a year, but it feels like longer.]

Crap. I don't even want to think about how rusty my swordsmanship is. But, um, usually we do hand-to-hand. We're trained in different styles, but I think we fight on the same wavelength. It shouldn't work, but it does.

[Which, actually, is an accurate description of their entire relationship, if he thinks about it--but it makes him blush, so he tries not to.]

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I had no idea you even knew how to use a sword. I suppose it makes sense. Child of a god and all. That's... that's probably the sort of thing you'd learn.

[He doesn't think about that much, truth be told. Every time he remembers his brain starts gearing up for a headache. Best to just accept it and not think about it. Or its implications in terms of the divine and what exactly is out there above and beyond humanity.]

It's good you two have somethin' you connect on, at any rate. A good relationship has to have a couple of things like that. Things you're on the same wavelength about.

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[Unfortunately, the subject is one that quickly makes Percy morose--there's a lot of history there, and he can't quite keep all of it out of his voice.]

I got lucky. Remember my dead friend Luke, followed me around for a while in November? He was the best swordsman in a hundred years, and he was a good teacher, too. You know, before he went all darkside and tried to destroy western civilization.

[Percy shakes his head, trying to clear out the melancholic cobwebs.] I hope this isn't too corny, but I kind of got the impression that's true for you guys, too. The same wavelength thing, I mean.

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[Destroy...? Yeah. Yeah, he's just gonna... yeah. That doesn't seem like something he can really speak to. He'll let it be. There are happier things to talk about.]

Oh, it sure is. He and I, we have a lot in common. Y'know we even lived around the same part of California? We might've been neighbors once.

[Though with the difference in their relative timelines it's more likely he was contemporary with Marco's father.

Huh.

He's just not going to think about that ever again.]

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Dude, seriously? That's awesome.

[Suddenly, an idea dawns on him, along with a flush of embarrassment that he didn't think of it earlier.] Hey, what if you brought Marco to a GSA meeting, and I brought my--

[He cuts himself off. They've never actually used the words, and he's not sure which one applies., but he shakes it off, sifting through his mind for a suitable phrase.]

Um. My significant other. Anyway, we could do that midnight picnic afterwards, if we're not all sick of each other by then. And if I can get him to agree to go in the first place.

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Oh, sure. That'd work just fine, if Marco was okay with goin'. I don't see why he wouldn't be. He's got a much better handle on this... on this whole thing that I do. He's known for a lot longer, he's had time to get used to it.

[And he's from 2016, where being a cis white gay male is no longer that much of a big deal comparatively.]

I'm sorry for the lateness of this tag omg

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He'd be a great fit for the group if he wanted to come by regularly. I bet we could use some experience, and I doubt I would have even realized it if someone else hadn't told me.

[He's still a little rankled that the someone in question was Jason Compson, of all people, but he's trying to focus on the positives so as to avoid spiraling into negativity.]