Guess it'll give me the opportunity to work on my people skills. [ Well, alive people skills because Nico spent a lot of time with the dead and most of them don't tend to talk back. It will be like he's at camp still. Part of what Damian says makes him frown. ] That's not a lot of people. No one's mentioned whispering in the forest, have they?
[ He doubts the forest here has the same problem Camp Half-Blood did but it's similar enough Nico has to ask. ] How periodically?
[ Nico's not bothered by the way Damian speaks, after all he's spent hardly any time around people his own age. A few months here and there. Seventy years in the Lotus Hotel don't count because it didn't seem that long and before that Nico was a kid in the 1930s. At least he doesn't have to worry about weird terms being used too much. ] That's convenient.
[ Ignoring the ones praising them is far easier than ignoring the ones spewing hurtful comments. In all honesty, Nico isn't sure if the colorless flowers are talking to him or Damian because everything they say is something he's thought about himself. Words that drove him away from having friends for years, that made him seek becoming stronger, to avoid being around living people.
So while those flowers might be getting in some shots, they die in Nico's wake. Unable to hurt anyone else with their words. Whether Damian notices or not, the other boy doesn't bring it up. Keeping silent and his hands in his pockets as if restraining himself from doing something worse.
When they reach the board he steps up to it and his eyes look over all that's gathered. There's a lot of information but something on the map draws his attention. ] Does the church have a cemetery?
[ Probably not a question that gets asked a lot. ]
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[ He doubts the forest here has the same problem Camp Half-Blood did but it's similar enough Nico has to ask. ] How periodically?
[ Nico's not bothered by the way Damian speaks, after all he's spent hardly any time around people his own age. A few months here and there. Seventy years in the Lotus Hotel don't count because it didn't seem that long and before that Nico was a kid in the 1930s. At least he doesn't have to worry about weird terms being used too much. ] That's convenient.
[ Ignoring the ones praising them is far easier than ignoring the ones spewing hurtful comments. In all honesty, Nico isn't sure if the colorless flowers are talking to him or Damian because everything they say is something he's thought about himself. Words that drove him away from having friends for years, that made him seek becoming stronger, to avoid being around living people.
So while those flowers might be getting in some shots, they die in Nico's wake. Unable to hurt anyone else with their words. Whether Damian notices or not, the other boy doesn't bring it up. Keeping silent and his hands in his pockets as if restraining himself from doing something worse.
When they reach the board he steps up to it and his eyes look over all that's gathered. There's a lot of information but something on the map draws his attention. ] Does the church have a cemetery?
[ Probably not a question that gets asked a lot. ]