Nico hates the way the two idiots constantly whisper to each other thinking himself to not be able to hear them. They sucked at whispering and honestly, if they'd been anywhere instead of the car someone could've overheard them. So he decided to himself that he needed to leave before these idiots got them caught, he couldn't risk getting killed, yet.
And if it even made sense these two idiots would never see him again anyways, it's not like he'd live long enough for anyone to even remember him at camp ether. He blinked willing those thoughts away not wanting to break down in front of these weird shotgun yielding maniacs.
Using his shadows to swirl around him, he appeared in a normal town in China. He meant normal as the fact that he usually ended up accidentally shadow traveling there a lot. He waved to a few passerby's as he walked into the restaurant that always stood at the side of the ally awaiting his return. Nico craves some good old fashioned food right about now.
After eating the delicious meal the nice woman had prepared for him, always generously as they had nicknamed him, "glorious death." Truly he didn't understand how they managed that but nico wasn't complaining. His father was usually pleased by the fact that people assumed he was a God and they would laugh and make jokes at the dinner table most nights. Other night, well...Nico shook it off not wanting to think of that right now. He used his new strength to shadow travel back to his cabin at camp half blood, cabin thirteen the most unlucky number ever, and looked at the dim torches on his wall before rolling his eyes and plopping down on the bed and shutting his eyes and nearly laughing once he finally felt his brain ease from all the grease of today's work.
Hey staying alive takes work, and skill! He thought deliouriously before finally falling asleep.