[center][color=0076a3][h2][color=lightsteelblue]PERCY[/color][/h2][/color][b]BARRACKS, N.A. FACILITY[/b][/center]
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Percy knew he was late for the lunch call, but he did not care the slightest bit.. [color=lightsteelblue][i]Nope. Not a bit. Not the teeniest little bit.[/i]. [/color]

He let himself groan inwardly. He did care, because he refused to let his kid go hungry because of his laziness, plus messing up a near-spotless attendance record just felt so wrong.  At the time time, however, he [i]really[/i] didn’t want to walk all the way to his room to get Ana, walk to the mess hall for lunch, then walk all the way back to escort Ana through the halls. He didn’t necessarily feel [i]entitled[/i] to some laziness - especially if his kid was going to suffer, but at the same time he was [i]sooo[/i] definitely entitled to some laziness. But he wouldn’t let his kid go hungry.. He groaned outwardly and bucked up. He could cope with a little more walking and he knew it. Or, more accurately, it’s been drilled into his head by Reb so then he [i]would[/i] know it.

On the subject of Miss Marek, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was getting special attention from her. A feeling in his gut said that it’d be kind of wrong if he [i]was[/i] getting special attention - Joe probably needed the one-on-one time more than Percy did - but something a bit [i]lower[/i] was telling him to just go with it, that it was nice to get some special treatment. It’s hard to disagree with that, especially when the person giving him extra attention was so attractive. Maybe he was a sucker for a woman in uniform, or maybe it was how she demanded him to work [i]harder[/i], or maybe it was a little more cliche, like how inviting her dark brown eyes were, or even that she’s just pleasant to talk to away from the training.. Either way, Rebecca made all this feel less like a damn drag..

Then Percy walked into his bedroom door. 

He took a step back, scolding himself for getting [i]that[/i] involved with his own thoughts as the door slid open. Ana spoke as soon as Percy made eye contact with her, [color=violet]“Do you need your glasses, Dad?"[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“No,”[/color] Percy said, a blush forming on his face, [color=lightsteelblue]“I’m just.. thinking, that’s all.”[/color]

[color=violet]“About?”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Things that you shouldn’t worry about.”[/color]

[color=violet]“If it's making you walk into things, surely it's [i]very[/i]-”[/color]

Percy simply gave her the look that his parents gave him when he was talking too much before changing subject, [color=lightsteelblue]“Are you hungry?”[/color]

Ana nodded, quickly putting up her toys and grabbing Percy’s hand to walk with him to the mess hall. The pilot checked his datapad for the time, having to flick through a few other pages until he actually got to the clock - 12:27. He grimaced, looking down at his daughter to tell her they better get going before they totally miss out on lunch, but she spoke first

[color=violet]“Can I see your datapad?"[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“[i]Day-ta[/i] pad,”[/color] Percy corrected. Before he could continue, Ana looked at him funny.

[color=lightsteelblue]“What?”[/color]

[color=violet]“It’s not [i]day-ta[/i],”[/color] Ana said, [color=violet]“It’s [i]dat-uh[/i].”[/color]

Percy grinned as he faced forward to watch where he was walking. She walked straight into this one, and he was so glad he didn't miss this opportunity like he had so many others. He kept his voice casual, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. [color=lightsteelblue]“Yeah. You know, I guess technically you’re right about that.” [/color]

Ana looked confused again, before she noticed the shit-eating grin on her father's face. [color=violet]“Oh no,"[/color] Ana put on her best pouty face in the hopes it'll stop what's about to happen. [color=violet]"Dad, [i]don’t-[/i]”[/color]

Percy was unfazed. He's not going to let this joke rot in his brain forever. This is the [i]perfect [/i]time for it. He continued with a sly smile, [color=lightsteelblue]“-Since it’s mine, it could be called-”[/color]

[color=violet]“[i]-Dad,[/i] please-”[/color] Ana begged, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Percy could [i]barely[/i] contain himself - his voice was lowered, trying desperately not to laugh as he delivered the punchline in a whisper just audible enough for Ana to hear, [color=lightsteelblue]“-A [i]da-da[/i]pad.” [/color]


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THIS IS HOW I RETURN? WITH STUPID FLUFF AND [B]DAD JOKES?[/B]
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