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"No, idiot," Rachel corrected, before turning to her newest guest. "It's Arby's."
Percy smirked and gave off a soft chuckle, "I should have known. The Friends of Meat should be recognized everywhere."
"Oh, of course," Rachel smiled, truly looking into Percy's eyes. Have they always been that green? "That's what I'm always saying."
"Yeah," Percy nodded, looking at the painting as if it were the typical sea blue cascades of the waves of that the little ocean rat loved to stare at. "So, what's up? It's not Arby's day at camp!"
"One could only wish," Rachel stated blissfully, thinking on that thought for even just a second more before the dreadful image seared back into her mind. "There's another prophecy..."
Both were silent. Paused. The word 'Prophecy' echoing in their heads. Only looking into each other's eyes. Green glinting off green. Like grass staring at grass. Enlightening truly, for a moment, Rachel could swear that there was more there. Percy bit his lip, pondering the ideals of death for one second more, attempting to figure out the best way to phrase his thoughts. So many words, so little time.
"Is it about me?" His sea green eyes seemed to plead out to her, but all Rachel managed to do was laugh. Of course, this dweeb thought it was about him! What didn't he think was about him? He thought he was the doomed hero only for Luke to take the last stab away from him.
"I can't tell for sure yet!" Rachel answered as soon as she was able to stop laughing. The son of Poseidon looked down in shame by how long it took. But then a faint phrase recalled itself in her mind.
Love.
As much as the oracle prohibited such thoughts, she couldn't help but imagine loving Percy once more. They could have three rat children together and just the mere thought of that, pleased her truly. The oldest girl would have curly black hair while the younger two took far more after her. They would sit by the beach and just recreate all the adventures of their childhood together. Like watching people die, what a cute family moment.
"How long until you can..." Percy broke through her thoughts with his ridiculous thoughts. Shame, truly.
"When it happens," Rachel brushed a stray hair away before glancing back to Percy with sparkling eyes. This was her chance. She could make her dream a reality. "However, I have an idea--"
"What is this about a new prophecy?"