Percy stepped out of the sleek, cutting edge private hover-shuttle and immediately stepped away so that he could take a deep breath and finally relax.
Behind him, his father stepped out of the same shuttle and shot him a withering, irate glare before dismissing the young man a second later, as if he didn't exist at all. Percival Monarch the Second immediately strode over to the assistant who was waiting for him, leaving Percy to his nonsense.
It had only been a few hours that Percy had been in that shuttle with his father, but it was like being in hell itself. The shuttle ride alone probably accounted for 60% of his time spent with his father. That included things such as birthdays and holidays.
So putting all of that 'quality time' into one singular span, and filling it with completely dead silence was naturally a hellish experience.
