Soaps. . .

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Nico stood in the shower, singing along to Green Day, steam everywhere. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face and his skin was all red from being too hot.

The bathroom door opened, "Do I hear Know Your Enemy? The live version?"

"Guilty."

"Do you know the enemy? D'ya know your enemy?"

"Percy you're a horrible singer."

"I didn't know you liked this album."

"Only people who are awesome as fuck like this album."

"Nico don't try to make band puns."

"But that was goo-AGGGGH SOAP IN MY EYEEEEES"

"Haha sucks to be you."

Nico furiously rubbed at his eyes, but all in vain. It made it worse.

But then. . .

Percy pulled back the curtain. "You dork, you don't rub it."

"That's what he said."

"Shut up, let me help."

Percy told Nico to look directly into the water with his eyes open, which hurt, but got the soap out.

"You're really cute when you're crying, Ni."

"Well- Hey! I'm not crying."

"What? You're pretty all the time. Maybe it just looks like you're crying."

Nico pecked Percy on the lips. "Now close the shower curtain, you're taking all my steam."

Percy looked at Nico. . . Suggestively.

"Yes, you dork. Plus if you got in AFTER me, there'd be no hot water left."

"That's not the only reason and you know it."

"Love youuuu Purse."

"Also, I'm putting Sleeping With Sirens on."

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