Oh geez, its been a while. My regular updates of random stories will be up soon... I hope. I'm trying to think about things to do for my 100th story? A(nother) PJO story with Nico was the idea, but if something else comes up, then it'll be something else.
Have a great day and enjoy my small spam.
Will sighed, giving Nico a disapproving look. The smaller boy had monster blood and ash and his own blood and dirt all over his (favourite) skull T-Shirt.
"Aw." Nico said, looking down as well.
Will sighed again and Nico felt bad. It wasn't exactly his fault he'd gotten in a fight with a couple of monsters in an alley. He told Will as much and the son of Apollo gave him an unimpressed look.
"Why were you in the alley?" Will replied with, tugging Nico over to his own cabin, ignoring the suggestive smiles the few Apollo kids gave them before leaving the room, and the couple, alone.
Nico rolled his eyes as his boyfriend thrust a balled-up bright orange Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt at him.
"Seriously? I have T-Shirts in my own cabin. And I was walking because somebody wont let me shadow-travel." Nico said, but turned and pulled his dirty T-Shirt off over his head.
"This is just an excuse to get me naked, isn't it?" He said to Will, who laughed somewhere behind Nico.
" 'Course Neeks." the boy said lightly and Nico pushed his head through the too-big neck hole and glowered at Will, who was struggling not to laugh.
Nico looked down at himself in despair, the brightness of the T-Shirt contrasting with his black jeans.
"This is so not my type." He sighed dejectedly.
It worried Nico how he wasn't really surprised when Percy swung around the doorframe, his eyebrows raised and a affronted look on his face.
"What do you man it's not your type?" He said, and Will stuttered out a "W-were you waiting there for that?" Nico looked at his boyfriend, with an uncharacteristic sympathetic look, and nodded.
"Probably."
Percy directed his next words somewhere around Nico's midriff.
"It's okay. I know how you feel."
Nico tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling, as if it would make his voice carry further.
"Annabeth?" he called and Will gave him a strange look.
There was a sigh from somewhere outside, and a replying call of: "I'll be right there to take him away."