ηʹ → ( 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 ) un; ghostking

[deathkid]

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

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[deathkid]

[ shaking his head, ( he'll stick with his rum and coke ), he gives jason a look. ]

Sure. I don't know how good of a teacher I'll be, but we can definitely give it a try.

[hititwithacrowbar]

I'm a good student. If you want to make it even, I could teach you to drive.

[ He offered as he lifted his glass again to take a drink of what he had poured.]

[deathkid]

That'd be awesome! I'd love to learn how to drive. Then I wouldn't have to summon my chauffeur when I need to go somewhere.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Just figure out if you want to learn to ride a motorcycle or drive a car, I can teach you both and how to repair either. It's helpful.

[ He beamed a little since he loved showing off, and it would be a chance to do just that. He sat the glass down once it was empty and crossed his arms looking to Nico.]

[deathkid]

Can you picture me riding a motorcyle? That would be badass.

[ finishes his own drink, setting the glass down as he grins at jason. ]

So we're good?

[hititwithacrowbar]

Oh fuck yes you would, get you in some good leather pants and the right bike. Shit people would love you.

[ he nodded then.]

Yeah, we're good. Can you take me back to my bike?

[deathkid]

I'm not so sure about leather pants... [ a nervous chuckle as he squares away their bill. then, standing, he holds out an arm for jason. ]

Sure, hold on and I'll take you right there.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Trust on, always go yes on leather.

[ Jason reached out for his arm. Locking them like Nico was a gentlemen about to escort him home. He always had to be extra. He started himming to, an old Blue Oyster Cult song he'd been holding back from but now couldn't... Don't fear the reaper of course.]

Thanks, Niks. [ he spoke before returning to his humming.]

[deathkid]

[ laughing a bit at the way jason takes his arm, he pulls the other man into the shadows with him, emerging right next to the vigilante's bike. ]

Not a problem. Beats walking. You'll be safe driving home, right?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ once they stepped through he shook his head some and moved to slip on the bike putting the key and and turning it on. ]

Yeah, I'm fine, I do it all the time. Don't worry about me.

[ he reached out and ruffled Nico's hair.]


Night, Niks.