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[deathkid]

Nico here, except I'm not. Leave a message. ☏ ✆ ✉ ⚐ ۞

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[deathkid]

i suppose the first and the third are pretty funny

[ikols]

A skeleTON!!!!!!!!

[deathkid]

guess that means i do a lot of heavy lifting
with all the raising of the dead i do

[ikols]

HAHAHAHA!!!! YESSSSS :D A+++++
U mad tho? "two am" ...

[deathkid]

no
just tired

[ikols]

This is the best night!! I'll send you a skeleTON more jokes when the sun has arisen, yeah??
XOXO

[deathkid]

why is it the best night?
ok

[ikols]

Because you like my jokes and I'm so happy about that.

[deathkid]

you are?
i mean, of course i like your jokes
why wouldn't i?

[ikols]

I don't know
Anyway go SLEEP like the WEAK DEMIGOD you are!!! Only FULL godlings get to stay up at naughty after-hours! ;p

1/2

[deathkid]

i'm trying at least.
i'll talk to you later

five minutes later

[deathkid]

xoxo

( 4 AM )

[ikols]

MORNING!!!! I have tacos with mayo, want some?

( 4 AM )

[deathkid]

that depends
do you also have coffee
i can't seem to get any sleep tonight

[ikols]

I can FIND coffee for you, I'm handy like that ;O

[ Five minutes later a green-gold flash goes off as Loki teleports into Nico's bedroom with obnoxious flair, one hand clutching two over-stuffed tacos and the other holding a cardboard tray with two take-out coffees. He looks like he's been out all night, dressed in his Asgardian armour and coat, horns glinting in the milky moonlight.

Pointlessly, he stage-whispers, ] Nico!

[deathkid]

[ nico, curled up atop his bed, has been reading a comic book which he puts aside as soon as loki appears. climbing out of the bed, he tugs on his bed shirt (with skull designs, naturally) so it covers a bit of his black briefs. then, he grabs his pj pants and begins sliding into them as he jerks his head towards the bed. ]

You don't have to whisper. It's just me and Percy now. Annabeth went home and Percy sleeps like the dead.

[ikols]

You'd know.

[ Smirking at his own quip, he eyes the bed and the body in it, a mild sneer in place before it can smooth out to something a lot more aloof. ]

Well, he's not getting my taco so he'd better stay asleep. You room together now?

[deathkid]

[ blinks, confused by the expression and wondering if he should ask about it. ]

No? He's in his own room. I can sense him, though. [ a pause and then. ] Dick gave me this bed to replace the one you broke.

[ikols]

Oh. Is that not ... ? Hm. [ Expression going slack as he re-squints (less hastily) at the rumpled duvet of the huge bed (no Percy there nopenopenope), he shifts his weight from one bootheel to another.

Then holds out the tray of hot steaming drinks, thrusting it at Nico, his voice softer. ]

Your coffee.

[deathkid]

[ reaches out and takes his coffee and then pats the part of the bed next to him as he crosses his legs under him. ]

Loki? Is something wrong?

[ikols]

No, I'm pleased to see you. Pleased to speak with you.

[ It's not the most dignified position, balancing a three-quarter empty tray of coffee on one knee and two tacos in a fist on the other, but he does his best to lean into Nico's space. Evidence of the outside travels with him, earthy and oaken scents from near the Viper's Nest, a smear of glitter across one cheek from a mid-city club, thick ozone cloying to his coat from marching through the clouds. His eyes are bright in the semi-darkness of Nico's room, old and young and then sparing irritated glances at the mayo that threatens to drip between his gloved fingers and stain his fancy pants. ]

You look nice tonight.

[ It's a genuine compliment that he hopes sounds at least a little sincere, what relief lives in the tail-end of a sigh pushed down so he doesn't have to talk about how wonderful it is that Percy isn't here.

That's really mean. He doesn't even try to care. ]

[deathkid]

[ the beginnings of a smile curl at the corners of nico's lips and he reaches out again to grab the coffee tray as well as his taco so that loki doesn't end up spilling anything. he appreciates the compliments, even finds himself flushing a little, but there's still concern in his eyes as he regards loki and breathes in his scent. ]

You see me all the time, you dork. I look the same as usual.

[ the smile grows to demonstrate his fondness for the godling. the expression, however, is fleeting and he takes a sip of his coffee before setting it on the nearby bedside table. ]

Talk to me? Something's bothering you.

[ikols]

Nothing's bothering me. I thought Percy was in your bed and he isn't, it's fine. Hey, it's four in the morning, I had to break into a coffee shop and make those drinks especially, you should take more than a piddly sip.

[ Sucking his fingers clean and shifting around to sit on a bent leg, flapping his coat-tails so they fall freely on the bed and don't get trapped. Fussing. ]

[deathkid]

[ percy? in his bed? what in hades... picking up his coffee again, he pointedly takes a greater sip and makes a low noise of contentment before responding. ]

That doesn't make any sense though. Percy and I have never done anything besides kiss that one time. Why would he be in my bed?

[ikols]

Um, you nodded to it ...