Fixing what is Broken...

[silenziosa_odio]

Sam wasn't someone Percy could take home for a lot of reason. One being Arsene. Two being Alex and Brody. It was, really, a place of peace...sort of.

That was why they were in a hotel (Sam, of course, paid), both looking about the posh (but not too posh) sleeping area.

It would do.

And it also likely get bloody...

Percy wasn't one to much care.

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[oldestbeloved]

"So." Sam folded his arms over his chest. "I'm still lacking a motivation to actually fix you."

Slight smirk. "Unless you mean fix you like an animal, which could be amusing."

[silenziosa_odio]

"I like my cock and balls, thank you." He sneers a little, before standing as tall as much as he can.

"Why wouldn't you want to fix it? Think it better that I'm soft?" Which really means, 'do you like me weak?'

[oldestbeloved]

"I don't know..." Sam paced a little in a circle, looking over at him.

"I think I like some parts of you soft." Leer.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy ignored the fact that he was standing in a 'non-smoking' room as he fished out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Smoke curling about his lips as he exhaled slowly, he seemed unconcerned by Sam's pacing.

"What parts are those?" He was curious...