[ In Nico’s defense, he was invited for a sleepover. It’s just that the sleeping started a little early for Nico. He’d volunteered to bring an extra person or two, no more than 2 trips with 3 open spots, but he’d warned that it would make him sleepy.
He wasn’t kidding, either, Nico had passed out with part of a kitkat still dangling out of his mouth. No real warning, just ni-ni Nico. At least Will would’ve expected it.
Now, he’s waking up, and from the distressed little sounds he’d be making right before he sat bolt upright, it wasn’t the best dream. Nico looks around the room wildly, eyes settling on you for a panicked moment. And then he remembers and eases into a slouch. ]
Right. The party.
Swordplay
[ Nico’s sitting with his legs outstretched on the ground at the edge of the training area, watching others work. A nasty-looking black sword balanced across his knees unsheathed. It’s there for his own protection - he knows they’re using practice swords, and he’s not going to get beaned in the head with one if someone loses their grip. He wants something to deflect unexpected projectiles with.
He wouldn’t mind sparring, but he’s definitely trying to avoid catching Dylan’s eye. Showing up to someone’s birthday and taking them on with a huge training advantage is unnecessarily mean. ]
Sleepover
[ Maybe the other kids are interested in the movie choices, but Nico doesn’t have enough of a modern pop culture grounding to campaign for a particular film. He’s busily checking out the stack of board games. There’s Twister, the Here to Slay game Nico had bought Dylan as a birthday present, and … a Ouija board.
Nico turns it over in his hands, clearly confused. He’s not sure if he should be insulted.]
Do slumber parties always try to commune with the dead?
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[ In Nico’s defense, he was invited for a sleepover. It’s just that the sleeping started a little early for Nico. He’d volunteered to bring an extra person or two, no more than 2 trips with 3 open spots, but he’d warned that it would make him sleepy.
He wasn’t kidding, either, Nico had passed out with part of a kitkat still dangling out of his mouth. No real warning, just ni-ni Nico. At least Will would’ve expected it.
Now, he’s waking up, and from the distressed little sounds he’d be making right before he sat bolt upright, it wasn’t the best dream. Nico looks around the room wildly, eyes settling on you for a panicked moment. And then he remembers and eases into a slouch. ]
Right. The party.
Swordplay
[ Nico’s sitting with his legs outstretched on the ground at the edge of the training area, watching others work. A nasty-looking black sword balanced across his knees unsheathed. It’s there for his own protection - he knows they’re using practice swords, and he’s not going to get beaned in the head with one if someone loses their grip. He wants something to deflect unexpected projectiles with.
He wouldn’t mind sparring, but he’s definitely trying to avoid catching Dylan’s eye. Showing up to someone’s birthday and taking them on with a huge training advantage is unnecessarily mean. ]
Sleepover
[ Maybe the other kids are interested in the movie choices, but Nico doesn’t have enough of a modern pop culture grounding to campaign for a particular film. He’s busily checking out the stack of board games. There’s Twister, the Here to Slay game Nico had bought Dylan as a birthday present, and … a Ouija board.
Nico turns it over in his hands, clearly confused. He’s not sure if he should be insulted.]
Do slumber parties always try to commune with the dead?
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