"You've got to be kidding me," Annabeth groaned.
Percy looked over and saw that a bit of blue paint had dripped from her paintbrush and landed on her nose. He smirked.
"It's what you get for roping me into this," Percy said, sighing dramatically.
"I didn't rope you into anything," Annabeth retorted, furiously wiping the wall with her brush.
Percy didn't answer. He slowly bent down, dipped the brush in the paint, and when Annabeth wasn't looking, flicked it toward her. The spray of paint landed exactly where he wanted—all over her arm and back.
Annabeth froze, and then slowly turned around, her mouth open. "You didn't."
Before Percy could even reply, she dove forward and swiped a giant stripe up his shirt and onto his face.
"Annabeth!" Percy gasped, spitting paint out of his face. He then turned serious. "You have made a mistake."
He held up his paintbrush like a sword, and then attacked. Annabeth parried with her own, and soon they were in a full battle. Pain flew everywhere and splattered on the floor, ceiling, and walls and soaking the two of them.
"Children!" a voice suddenly gasped.
Percy and Annabeth froze, and then looked guiltily at Chiron, who was glaring at the two of them.
"I—Chiron, I can explain—" Percy started.
Chiron held up a hand, silencing him. "Dishwashers. Now."
xXx
Annabeth refused to look at Percy as she dumped her hands into the lava to scrub the dishes clean.
"Annabeth, I'm sorry. I—"
She shut him up with a glare. "It's what you get for roping me into this."
and SNAP.
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