Nico blinks, slowly lowering the baseball bat he was holding. "Listen, Cupid deserves it and you know it, Jason. Don't stop me." - @th3-gh0st-k1ng
Jason stared at the bloodied man curled up at his doorstep, weeping in an ancient language that spoke more comfort than confusion, and then at the boy standing over him, his shadow seemingly too dark from where it casted over the man. Who was bleeding golden blood all over his doorstep. Why hasn't he called the cops yet?
In a set of movements he will later not remember why he made, Jason closed the door quietly behind him and stepped closer to the obviously-mad boy. "Why did he deserve it?" He tilted his head disarmingly, like he was genuinely interested rather than trying to convince his legs to run and assessing Leo's patented short to really fucking fast model of dealing with those shorter than him. The child probably passed, but Jason could deal with that later when he finally got his legs to move-
