As Nico approached, he was slow to respond. Not out of rudeness, per se. More that he was giving this Draco a look over. Nico was skeptical of people by nature, cynical due to being on his own for so long. If Jason Grace was here, he'd scold Nico for being so distrusting, but he wasn't, which meant Nico had come to the meeting with his Stygian Iron sword strapped to his hip.
He looked young, dressed in torn, black skinny jeans, a black shirt with a skeleton design on it, and a dark aviator jacket. His hair was a shaggy black mess of Grecian curls and his eyes were black as oil slicks. Looking around 17, the truth was that Nico was much older, having been born in the 30s. But whether that was something Draco could pick up on, Nico didn't know. What he did know was that he could sense death on Draco, slight and faded as if it had been years since Draco had come in contact with it, but it was still strong enough for Nico to sense it. And it was enough to make his eyes narrow at Draco a bit.
Finally, he took the offered hand and shook it. Careful examination of his hand would reveal a silver skull ring that sat on Nico's forefinger. One that he twisted unconsciously when the handshake ended.
"It's fine; I don't care where it happens. Most people wouldn't know what we're talking about anyway," he said, lifting and dropping his shoulders in a shrug.
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He looked young, dressed in torn, black skinny jeans, a black shirt with a skeleton design on it, and a dark aviator jacket. His hair was a shaggy black mess of Grecian curls and his eyes were black as oil slicks. Looking around 17, the truth was that Nico was much older, having been born in the 30s. But whether that was something Draco could pick up on, Nico didn't know. What he did know was that he could sense death on Draco, slight and faded as if it had been years since Draco had come in contact with it, but it was still strong enough for Nico to sense it. And it was enough to make his eyes narrow at Draco a bit.
Finally, he took the offered hand and shook it. Careful examination of his hand would reveal a silver skull ring that sat on Nico's forefinger. One that he twisted unconsciously when the handshake ended.
"It's fine; I don't care where it happens. Most people wouldn't know what we're talking about anyway," he said, lifting and dropping his shoulders in a shrug.