A/N-I must apologise about what your about to read…
Percival sat sulking on his own. Life wasn't worth it anymore how could they be the knights of the hot table without Gwaine's trademark hair. Percival knew it had to be done after everything that gwaine had done, after all the changes to the knights in the past day he had to make a change of his own.
Leon walked into he knight's quarters smiling the past week had been glorious for him; he had been the knight with great hair once again. Girl's had asked him to flip his hair not Gwaine and yes gwaine had sulked but Leon could tell it was so worth it. Or at least the thought it was worth it that was until he saw Percival.
"PERCY NO!"
Percival wasn't wearing his usual armour or his usual smiling; he was sitting solemnly in a chair, his arms resting on the arms of the chair. His arms Constricted by heavy metal sleeves.
Percival looked up tears in his eyes. "If Gwaine can't be bothered why should i?"
"But you were the muscle of the team! You've covered your trademark."
"Good riddance, maybe people will think I have some brains now…"
Leon shook his head and Ran to warn the other knights. He found them all in the training field working hard. "Men it's an emergency!"
"What is it?" Elyan said with a concerned look.
"It's Percival."
Automatically a short haired Gwaine stepped forward. "Is he ok?"
Leon shook his head "no…he's…he's wearing sleeves!"
All of the knight's jaw's dropped and Gwaine may even have had tears in his eyes. "This is all my fault he whispered to himself as he ran to be by his friends side when they reached the room Percival was sitting with his arms folded looking at gwaine with hurt eyes.
"No hair. No arms."
"Fine! I'll grow it back! Percival we need your arms! Your arms hold us together…"