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The vitriol wasn't really something Percy had expected, or anticipated. His father hadn't shown great disgust for any of the creatures he was certain existed (even if Percy was aware that he only saw them as vehicles for amassing more wealth). He didn't really understand how much humans were disliked, especially when he genuinely hadn't even known of monsters' existence until a week ago - and even now, he didn't hate them passionately. He was understandably cautious and overwhelmed, but hatred? He couldn't find it in himself to hate them purely based on an appearance, because that was ridiculous. He would hate someone if they hurt him, human or otherwise.
Forcing a smile quickly to cover up the initial shock, he returned to scribbling in his notepad, finding it always helped to doodle like that to help keep himself calm. "I... no. This is the first time I really got out of Scotland. My father and mother own homes in Spain and we have one in Iceland too, but... I haven't gone with them since I was a child, so... this is new for me too. I... I'm sure you could travel after school."
Forcing a smile quickly to cover up the initial shock, he returned to scribbling in his notepad, finding it always helped to doodle like that to help keep himself calm. "I... no. This is the first time I really got out of Scotland. My father and mother own homes in Spain and we have one in Iceland too, but... I haven't gone with them since I was a child, so... this is new for me too. I... I'm sure you could travel after school."