~~ Guess he should have known something like this would happen sooner or later with him present.
After all, human beings have proven to be just as bad as monsters, despite not turning into gold dust when they get probed by a sword.
The Poseidon boy would shake out his head and refocus his attention back on the line of vegetables, his mom had told him to go out and get.
Why was he thinking like this, anyway? He, himself, was a human, minus the fact that he had the genes of a sea-god residing within his body. It wasn’t like Percy was going to try sticking Riptide into one of them or anything. In fact, he was actually trying to think of a way to make the vibe a little bit less tense, seeing how the woman standing a few feet away from him was trying her best to let the guy next to her know that she wasn’t interested. Like, at all.
But, of course, like many dudes nowadays that made him want to hang his head shamefully at the thought of being apart of the same species- The man would only smile creepily and continue making comments at the woman, despite her obvious attempt to steer clear of him. Not only that, but Percy could only assume his words were demeaning or pervy in some shape or form due to her irritated and slightly frightened expression.
And before he knew it- Percy Jackson would take the few strides it took to reach the woman and swing a casual arm over her shoulders, after having taken the basket with his mom’s groceries with his other hand.
“Hey, there you are,” The Poseidon boy would say, not bothering to take notice of the lady’s surprised look. Thankfully, from what he was able to see out of the corner of his eye- The woman was probably only in her early twenties. Which only meant that the crap that was about to be poured out of his mouth would be made more believable to the monobrow-asshole standing in front of them. “I’m about done, so let’s go. Can’t be late for our dinner plans tonight, right?”
With that, Percy wouldn’t even bother waiting for the guy to respond and would begin to lead the girl away, when another gruff voice piped up somewhere towards the other end of the aisle.
The son of Poseidon cursed, though he didn’t remove his arm from the woman, as he turned to look at the other male who decided to join the fun and was currently making a move towards…
Another girl- One with hair that resembled a rosy flame and upon taking her in, Percy would let out an exasperated huff.
His mom’s strawberries were going to have to wait.
Because right then, the brute’s friend would drape his own gross arm over the bright-haired female’s shoulders, muttering something against her ear that he couldn’t quite hear and Percy- without hesitating- would whirl around and smack his shopping basket right into the original asshole’s face, once he started laughing and cheering his pal on. The girl that he was with was thankfully smart enough to scurry away from the scene and the son of Poseidon would straighten out and twirl the same basket around on his wrist, like it was the best weapon ever next to Riptide itself.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Percy smirked, darting his sea-green orbs towards the other girl to see how she was faring with that one dude. “But unlike you, my mom actually taught me how to respect women.”
‹ 🔥 › Had Shura not been busy being impressed by the quick
work dealt by the Local Hero™ then she would probably have
slow clapped it out for him. Had the other man been a tad bit
brighter than a boot in mud, he would probably have figured
out that it was but a stranger who came to the rescue of the
other woman.
But what happened next clearly showed that this man,
and the beefy friend that he had with him, were clearly around
as quick-witted as a monkey in a spelling test.
So when she felt an arm drape around her shoulder,
she really could only heave a heavy sigh - a faux concern, that
she was obliged to carry out her urge, as if there was no other way.
So once the exorcist was done admiring the handy work that the hero
of the day, (or perhaps should it be called evening) and his skillful art with
the shopping basket, Shura unceremoniously got to satisfying her
own needs.
With one swing of her long arm, the nose of the asshole
kissed this world goodbye for now; a sharp movement of her leg
and the referee in her mind announced a Knock Down. But since
she really was in the mood to wreck someone, a powerful stomp
of her foot to the chest of the man left him unable to move from
underneath her rather small weight.
So, now free to see what had happened while she had enjoyed
her short fun, Shura turned to view what had come of the grocery
store champion---
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