Nico has no idea who Wednesday Addams is, but he knows an insult when he hears one.
He’s got a bunch of replies caught in his throat all trying to get out at once. There’s something in there that’s along the lines of, “Whatever, I’m going home!” and something along the lines of, “You don’t get it! You couldn’t possibly!”. And, ah, there’s the problem. Dave isn’t from Nico’s world. He doesn’t get it. He was only trying to be friendly.
Still, Nico’s unable to swallow it all down, and what comes out is: “Didn’t you just finish telling me your world faced the apocalypse so that you could become a god yourself? Shouldn’t you know exactly how shitty it is to be of divine blood?”
As soon as he’s said his piece, he regrets it.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, giving Dave an apologetic look.“I shouldn’t have said that.” He has to remind himself that the people here don’t know him at all. Getting mad and pushing away people who are only trying to be nice isn’t how he wants this to go.
Nico rubs the back of his neck stiffly. “I…uh. Let’s put it this way: my parentage has never done me anything close to a favour.”
You bark a harsh laugh. ❝wow ok well theres a lot of assumptions in that whole thing you just did that do NOT hold up to scrutiny. first of all yeah im a god but im not a fuckin GREEK god ok i wasnt like born into this shit and it isnt like i actually have any power or status which newsflash your dad does. king of the underworld, remember? better than the fuckin king of jackshit nothin on meteor island. dead things are pretty much on the record for being dope as fuck.
second of all im not of divine SHIT so you cant lump me into the same category as you there either. im a kid. i get old just like everyone else. i have like TWO magic powers which ooh big whoop and one of them SUCKS. you can probably do like a billion things.❞
Unfortunately for Nico, pushing away people who are trying to be nice is still sort of your thing.
❝and third of all dont you ever fuckin talk to me about SHIT parents ok because that is a load of horse fuck that i will just LAUGH at.❞
It comes out a lot meaner than you intended, but there it is. Cards on the table and whatnot. You glance out the window and scowl and mutter,
❝yknow i get i fucked up by not being 100% ok with being fucking outed by a goddamn pairing project like i GET that that was a thing that you think im a dick for but believe me when i say you know absolutely fuckall about me in reality and you dont know what the fuck youre talking about when you string together even two thoughts inre: me. obviously i dont get anything about your own dark and twisty life so sorry for even saying anything. really. sorry. obviously i fucked up again which is really nothing new. but you dont get to assume shit about people because you feel sorry for yourself and you DONT get to EVER lecture me about what it feels like to have a shit family life because...because.❞
You’ve said too much. Way, way too much. You glance at Nico in a near-panic, take a look at the prices on the menu and throw down a few bills to cover the difference. Then, because you don’t know what else to do, you do what you do best: Abscond.
