[ Weeks. And he's only just discovered it. Percy would like to think that he's not that oblivious, and yet here they are. But Vex is standing there and smiling at him like that, and it's a bit difficult to honestly get too worked up over it. He is going to have to investigate what 'not the right sort of mirror' means, but that can come later. ]
A year, or nearly. [ The corner of his mouth tips into a wry sort of smile as he watches her, cataloging every movement like there might be a test on them later.
Which does beg a rather important question. One that he doesn't particularly want to ask, but does seem necessary. ]
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A year, or nearly. [ The corner of his mouth tips into a wry sort of smile as he watches her, cataloging every movement like there might be a test on them later.
Which does beg a rather important question. One that he doesn't particularly want to ask, but does seem necessary. ]
What's the last thing you remember? From...home.