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“OW!”
“Quit being sensitive, it doesn’t even hurt!”
“FUCK YOU! YES IT DOES!”
“Quit being a bitch!”
“That’s offensive to bitches!”
“You can’t even feel like 85% of this leg!”
“FUCK. YOU.”
Jason and Percy were helping stretch his hamstrings after a looong day. Will was gone getting pizza.
Nico was in the Poseidon cabin’s hangout room. In an armchair. Suffering.
“Fuck you guys.” He buried his head in his arms.
Jason was finishing counting to fifteen and let go. Percy rubbed his hands together conspiratorially. Like a fucking fly.
“Guess what time is ittt.”
“Wait. It’s Friday. Fuck. No.”
Nico scooted back in horror. “Please no.”
Percy cackled and began pulling the PT mat out. “It’s PUSHING TIME!”
Pushing time was Nico’s least favorite time. Well. No. It was both his least and favorite.
Least because the point of it was chucking shit at Nico’s face and hoping he caught it and trying to push him over to the floor.
But also, it was kind of fun. Everyone sat on the floor together and it was one of the only semi fun parts of PT.
Technically it was supposed to be balance this and core that, but really, who was counting?
(Will. That’s who was counting. Even when he joined in on the fun he was always subconsciously making sure nothing was abnormal)
(Nico tried. And failed when he had to get revenge with balled up socks.)
(Who’s to say he didn’t take his own socks off to throw at Percy? Shh.)
Will walked in the door to Nico crisscross on the floor with an entire basket of… things… by his side, the three friends basically playing competitive hot potato.
There were five ball-like-things being tossed at any given moment, and whoever was the one to not catch and toss it properly got pummeled with whatever was closest in reach. Fun times.
“Pizzaaa!” Will called.
Percy jumped up and was yelling “Nico, hurry up!” While he was transferring into his wheelchair.
“Remember when I said I took back chopping your balls off? I take that back too. You’re being castrated with the pizza cutter.”
Percy yelped and darted to the kitchen space with Will, Jason beside him with a hand ready to help lift or move.
He’d had to get on the couch and then the chair, but he was on wheels and ready to run… or, well, ride.
Percy had already eaten an entire slice when they made it in. That pig.
“Good PT?” Will raised a brow with a grin.
Nico threw his head back with a groan. “You keep leaving me to suffer with imbeciles. Two rompicoglionis.”
Will snorted, knowing the Italian name. Percy and Jason were none the wiser.
“Come get your fuckass cheese pizza, dweeb.”
Percy liked to retaliate such things by using slang Nico didn’t know either.
Nico sighed and rolled forward to steal a slice. He sat himself in his normal spot next to the stove, and looked around at everyone else.
Percy, like usual, was on the counter. Fully. Feet and all. He would not dare such thing in the Hades cabin.
Will was leaning on the counter with his own pizza slice—on a plate, like a normal person.
Jason was on the floor with his leg stretched out, letting the joint chill.
None of them were without issues, Nico pondered in his typical dark-humored fashion. This thought came at the same time as Percy dropped his inhaler off the counter with a yelp.
It was quickly followed by Jason’s “PERCY! This is the third time this week!"
***
“GOOO NICOOO!!”
“You got this!”
“POP THAT ASS!”
“Carefully, please. Still do. Will would probably like that.”
Nico was using his parallel bars for walking practice, Will holding the gait belt behind him.
Will joined in the fray. “He’s right, I wouldn’t mind that either.” He smirked.
Nico removed a precious balancing hand to swat Will where he could. “Horny bastard.”
Percy wolf whistled while Jason ew’d. Nico stuck his tongue out at them, but made it to the end of his second rep.
When he sat down to end, Percy hopped up and ruffled his hair—to which Jason shoved Percy aside for bullying and proceeded to do the exact same thing. Because it was fine when he did it.
Nico bit his wrist with a smirk that could be mistaken for Nemesis’. Jason whined and hid behind Percy.
“Ohh, you poor thing.” Percy exaggeratively patted his forearm like a mourning mother. Then pinched Nico’s cheek with narrow avoidance of his own biting.
Nico’s arms trembled from the strain, but that wasn’t unusual. He was just happy he could keep being here.