Percy
I hope I don't look like an idiot.
I'm sorry, but after not seeing your girlfriend for 8 months, to be wearing a bed sheet and a purple cloak to your reunion is not ideal. I pleaded and pleaded with Reyna to let me change, but she insisted that, as Praetor, I must represent the camp by wearing this ridiculous outfit. In my opinion, a bed sheet isn't the best thing to use if you want to give a good impression.
I felt Hazel's body tense, I looked up. There it was. A colossal, celestial bronze hull was just breaking through the clouds above our heads. The entire Twelfth Legion instinctively raised their weapons. I glared at Reyna and she unenthusiastically told them to stand down and sent me a look that evidently meant, 'Satisfied?' I nodded. My telepathic conversation with Reyna had diverted my attention from the ship, so when I looked up, it was already landing roughly with a 'CRASH!' on the Field of Mars, and I heard several disgruntled shouts of 'Leo!' from inside the boat.
The doors opened and four silhouettes were stood dramatically in the door way… well it was dramatic until the smallest shadow tripped over his own feet, which was met by laughter from both the unnamed silhouettes and the Romans. The poor guy scrambled back to his feet and tried to look as nonchalant as he could, which wasn't really working…