[ 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. )