Disclaimer: I... don't own Merlin.
A/N:It's been a while since I've wrote something about Percival so, here is one! This is set during Percy's pre-teen years.
Percy blinked and then tried to stifle a sigh. He really doesn't want to be here, but what the hey, his sister dragged him to come. So, here he was surrounded by women who fuss around make-ups, and he is the only guy (and just a thirteen-year old at that) as far as he was concern. So, naturally he's sulking.
"So, which color do you think suits me Perce?"
His sister took out two colors of lipstick in her hands and he just looked at his sister blankly, telling her through his actions that he was dragged here against his will.
"Oh come on! Help me out here will you? This is just once, don't worry! I'll treat you lunch later, any place you want, how about that?"
Percy suddenly perked up.
"That one!"
"Great!"