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[deathkid]

[ it's clear from the view behind him that nico is currently sitting somewhere very high up. for those familiar with it ( and still awake, since it's nearly midnight ), they might notice he's on the roof of the communal housing. indeed, he's sitting on the edge, swinging his legs back and forth as he looks up at the stars above. for a few seconds, he's silent. were it not for the fact that the video is recording and being held up, one might think the device somehow turned on itself. but no, it's intentional, and eventually nico sighs. ]

I think I prefer the stars from home. At least they were recognizable. The constellations... I've been far away from home before _{if you could call it "home"}. But at least I knew where I was and how to get back by looking at the night sky. I know almost all the stories. The myths. Most are real, you know.

[ a shake of his head and nico seems to stare off into the distance. a small chiming of his device signals the hour: midnight. nico's brows furrow as a response. ]

I wonder where I could get some blue birthday cake.

( ooc: slams this down and skedaddles to bed. nico's birthday was the 16th and i'm late, but i wanted to get this up. tag backs will come tomorrow. )

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[franciscoramon]

Oh. Well, in that case I could always look 'em up and give you the highlights. You got me kinda curious about them now, too.

[ Not a perfect solution by any means, but Cisco makes the offer easily, casually, as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to help out however he can, even for a random stranger. ]

Why an all-blue cake? There a significance, or is it just kinda tradition?

[ He's still gently prodding, trying to get Nico to talk about who's birthday it is, about why he seems so forlorn. ]

I got a weird sleep schedule.

[deathkid]

I can read, it's just hard. If there's anything in Greek, though, I'll be fine with that. Otherwise... [ a slight pause, because he doesn't like relying on other people. ] I guess that would help.

[ and then he huffs. ]

I think it was kind of a tradition with him and his mom. He... shared some with me once.

[franciscoramon]

I've got no clue what languages they have at the library. I figured whatever tech they've got working as a universal translator probably works for written things, too. Could be wrong, though.

[ Cisco can see there's some reluctance in that pause, and it makes sense. Cisco's a complete stranger offering help, and this kid might find it condescending, or might think he won't actually follow through. Or, more likely, it's not so much the actual information he needs - not knowing the constellations is just a symptom of the larger problem of homesickness, of feeling displaced and helpless about it. But all that is way above Cisco's pay grade, so he just says: ]

Well, offer stands either way, just hit me up if you want whenever.

[ From the sound of it, blue cakes aren't really the norm where Nico is from, either. Curiouser and curiouser. ]

Huh. Okay. What flavor was it, though?