Don't own Percy Jackson or Pokemon (sadly)
Nico looks up at Percy, smiling in the creepiest way possible. He's sure to win this round (like all the others). He's got his most powerful cards down. Hades, Poseidon, Kronos. He does that creepy thing with his mouth again toward Percy. Oh, wait that's simply him smiling. Percy looks up at Nico at smiles a "What-the-fuck-is-going-on" smile.
"All right, here I go. Pikachu! I choose you, in defense mode!" Percy throws down a Zeus card and the sky rumbles.
Nico drops all his cards; put his head in his hands and groans.
"Percy for the 18th time-"
"Oh, you've been counting?"
Nico brings his eyebrows impossibly close and pinches the bridge of his nose. Percy notes the frightening resemblance to his father.
"Look Nico, I'm a 90'skid, OK? My brains to full with information like the names of all 151 Pokémon, how when Ash turns his cap around shits 'bout to go down and the theme to SpongeBob cut me some slack, kay?"
"Look Percy" Nico mocks "I'm from the 40's and my big bro is Hitler. HITLER. So cut me some slack if I stick people of a specific sexual orientation, race and religion in a camp and torture them, kay?
"Touche."
"Alright let's try this again."
"I call Pikachu."
Seriously? How has none thought of this before? If you want to rewrite this story make it more, oh you know humorous?