[ if camp half-blood could see him now. nico di angelo. son of hades. the ghost king. cowering away from the dreaded tickle attack.
normally, mal would have happily ignored him, but it is nico's birthday. certain privileges are had. so instead of further torture, she throws her arm around his neck to plant a loud, obnoxious kiss on his cheek. ]
I let you sleep in long enough. Now, come on. Breakfast is on the table. And there is a present, [ she finishes in a sing song, waving her finger left, right, before booping his nose. ]
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normally, mal would have happily ignored him, but it is nico's birthday. certain privileges are had. so instead of further torture, she throws her arm around his neck to plant a loud, obnoxious kiss on his cheek. ]
I let you sleep in long enough. Now, come on. Breakfast is on the table. And there is a present, [ she finishes in a sing song, waving her finger left, right, before booping his nose. ]