[Nico isn't wrong. It seems foolish. Except he's banking on knowing the rinnegan will show him what all it needs to show him about this ability. He isn't afraid.
Carefully, he follows Nico into the shadow of the tree and reaches out to hook a hand through the dip of the offered elbow, his grip neither loose nor too tight. The cloak shifts when his arm emerges, and the fringe falls out of the way to reveal the strange, purple eye again.
If anything goes terribly amiss, he can at least freeze Nico in place.
But for now, he trusts the boy. He's been with enough ne'er-do-wells to know they don't make casual dark humor jokes. (He's been one of them, too? Hm.) Their jokes are others' suffering and deaths. Usually.]
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Carefully, he follows Nico into the shadow of the tree and reaches out to hook a hand through the dip of the offered elbow, his grip neither loose nor too tight. The cloak shifts when his arm emerges, and the fringe falls out of the way to reveal the strange, purple eye again.
If anything goes terribly amiss, he can at least freeze Nico in place.
But for now, he trusts the boy. He's been with enough ne'er-do-wells to know they don't make casual dark humor jokes. (He's been one of them, too? Hm.) Their jokes are others' suffering and deaths. Usually.]
Go.