Percy leans to his left towards Vex and whispers "This guy is pretty crazy, huh?". Turning to the side, he sees there is no one there. "Oh yeah, he hasn't made it here yet."A small fluttering sound is heard as Crowley makes his way towards the two men, his signature black suit and coat adorned on his body, with his hands tucked into the pockets. A cheerful half-smile on his face, he looks slightly upwards at them. "Hello boys," he chimes. "Welcome to my neck of the woods."
"Hey, you're the Suna guy I asked to meet me here, right? It's so hooooottttttt here what the Hades, man? Your Ninja air conditioner guy must make a fortune here. If only there was a way to create a source of water to drink from. Like creating water from thin air, or spitting out a large amount of water. Though I wouldnt want to drink water that someone spit out, what if it's like all spit? What if it's just blue throw up? I had some blue coke the other day, and no, not that coke. I know a guy that tried to blew coke. I know, I know. "It's 'blow coke', idiot." But then that doesn't rhyme as much. Well, it never rhymed but it make a good punchline. Kinda like this one time at Camp Halfblood when I told Clarrise that she looked like a satyr's butt that got cursed by Apollo House's disfiguring curse that makes you uglier. I couldn't eat straight for a while, man that girl has an arm on her. She should play baseball and be a pitcher. Speaking of which, get a pitcher of water out here man. Wait, what were we talking about again?"