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abidingpercy (abidingpercy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Now be careful there, we can't let on to too many that I'm skilled at hugging lest I be cornered by wanton huggers in search of a cuddle. Though with enough alcohol, I could enjoy myself immensely I believe." Though he would have to watch for that, lest a heady buzz turn into fortified veritaserum. The last thing he wanted to do was lose a friend over a night's drinking.

He playfully wagged a finger at her. "There will be no buying love potions from my brother. I already watch everything I drink whenever he's around, and sometimes even when he isn't." He did blush at the idea of Penelope guarding him and checking the worthiness of any women around him. It was times such as these that he could fantasize that maybe the past wasn't all in the past, but no, that train had long passed - and perhaps one of these days, if he kept telling himself that, he would finally believe it.

Something caught in Percy's throat as he watched Penelope and Lucy dance. They were both so special to him, and watching them together filled him up with something he couldn't quite identify but that made him want to clear his throat and look away lest he burst with the thought of it. He took up the parchment and quill, wrote the number 10 on the paper, then held it up for the ladies to see.

Lucy was the first to see the parchment and squealed in joy. "Daddy says we're perfect!" she cried, jumping up and down. "Now it's Daddy's turn, please?"

Percy's face froze in panic. Oh bloody hell.