[ he's just left sort of staring at percy, even after emet steps in - clearly holding back some kind of anger, frustration. the sharpness that comes out of percy doesn't feel particularly monstrous or un percy-like, really, but just... it's percy.
he huffs. it's not a happy noise, more of a scoff, and jerks his head away to look somewhere else, scowling. ]
Fine. [ if he has any more thoughts on that, he doesn't voice them, mouth drawing into a thin line. ]
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he huffs. it's not a happy noise, more of a scoff, and jerks his head away to look somewhere else, scowling. ]
Fine. [ if he has any more thoughts on that, he doesn't voice them, mouth drawing into a thin line. ]