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[thekingofghosts]

WHO: Nico di Angelo thekingofghosts & OPEN to anyone who wanders by!
WHERE: Out on the streets.
WHEN: After that storm on Monday. 8Db Sometime during the night.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Nico + three skeletons are trying to be heroic (ish) and are probably actually just super creepy instead.
FORMAT: WHATEVER YOU WANT I'LL MIMIC. 8Db

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[wisecracka]

"Hey, whoa! Do you have a permit for that?"

A long pause, "Just kidding. Uh. Don't kill me."

[thekingofghosts]

Nico glances up, and promptly makes a face.

It's the 'adults are saying dumb things to me' face. The skeletons continue digging. "What's that supposed to mean?" He might sound just a touch offended.

[wisecracka]

"Err, it was a joke. I didn't mean anything by it. --Surprisingly that's not the worst first impression I've ever made, if you can believe it."

Myron rubbed his nose, since it was freezing cold and he refused to wear a balaclava or anything that might wreck his outfit, so his extremities were protesting. "Are they yours?"

[thekingofghosts]

Nico looks the most unimpressed ever. He is a brat, by the way. "Whatever."

At that motion, he can't help but give a sympathy sniffle - even in properly warm clothes it is freezing, and he can't easily rub his own nose through the face guard. He does glance down at his theme appropriate attire before looking back up at Myron, though. "... Yeah?"

[wisecracka]

"Sorry. I imagine I should get used to not being humerus." He paused, rubbed his hands together vigorously to warm them, "Do you need any help?"