Extended Summary

"For a daughter of Apollo," Percy spoke with a teasing smirk etched upon his tanned face. "Your terrible at archery, Sunny."

"For a boy with kelp for brains, you managed to say a word more than three syllables." She responded as she rolled her eyes, releasing an arrow that missed the target by feet. "And you're one to talk, Kelp Face."

Percy Jackson x OC

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