Or he had. It took one moment to have him internally cursing Dagda's existence. In very stark contrast to Dagda's pleasant surprise, as he saw and heard the host, Percy violently recoiled with a very foreign expression twisting his features. It was outright disgust. And a deep, familiar, guttural terror. All wrapped up in an ugly box of hatred. Lilith Kadokawa was his least favorite person on this planet, and that was including the crotchety old grandpa who had scarred his face and his very soul. This woman single-handedly traumatized him so thoroughly concerning dating and intimacy during her days with Artemis that he had yet to form any sort of bond like that with another person. The closest he'd ever gotten to even feeling that sort of attraction was to a man! And it made being friends with Shen hazardous since he never knew when she'd blow in on her broom! Ugh, and the recent troubles she was causing the whole Dagger estate with her trashy rumor column was a testimony to how completely she could wreak havoc and never even be within proximity to the people she haunted. "Oh god no..." he muttered as he was finally able to pull himself together enough to speak once she left his sight (she was like a spider, if you looked away she'd reappear on you), but Dagda was gone. In an absolute panic, he whirled around, looking for his friend. They had made it inside a decent ways, standing among the crowd. Great, so now he lost sight of Lilith and Dagda!
Oh wait, there he was...but he was with one of their guildmates. Alright, he found someone! Percy could leave! An event worker stopped him to give him a nametag, which he tried to politely decline and explain that he was leaving, but he ended up with his name on his smoothly pressed back button-up anyway. No matter. He still shouldered as gently as he could through the crowd toward the door, steps going as fast as the leg brace would allow. Any second Lilith would somehow sense him and descend upon him like a one-woman pack of famished wolves to torment him. Perhaps he'd pushed into one of the other attendees a little too hard in his haste because suddenly a burly man with a wealth of scars spun around on him and gave him a grumpy shove.
For the second time, a certain underdressed individual with a scary expression would feel a bump of another body, but this one was far more substantial than the other. "Excuse me," he huffed, struggling to catch his balance with the bum leg. He was smoothing his shirt and gray dress pants out of reflex, but he stopped mid-motion as it dawned on him who he was looking at. Leon. Why was Leon here? Blinking his mismatched eyes a couple times, the orbs slid to the kid he was with, finding it a very strange grouping to be sure. "Er, sorry," he offered both of them, feeling more awkward by the second. He somwhat braced himself for whatever Leon would have to say, since he knew he couldn't get away fast enough to avoid it.
Percy was cursed. He had to be.