I don’t think you guys understand that Nico and Will are both little shits. Have you seen them. Have you read the books. Like ywah Will is sweet and Nico is disturbing and probably autistic but. Like. They’re so annoying. I bet if Percy could swear, the way he’d describe Nico when he betrayed him would simply be you little shit. Will just is a litttle shit. They are shittettes
since Stalkers old lair is abandoned, and Hunhow is ls close enough to look in the window, do you think its possible to give him a tv or something? or a game system?
Anon your brain is immense and deeply wrinkled.
Also, about that game Amir was working on...
I bet the drifter makes it a point to bring hunhow new games whenever he can, only to find that hunhow, the sentient machine who can exist in the weave and turn himself into code, has already started making his own. He still plays the ones the drifter brings him anyway, though.
Transcript below
D- "Hey Amir, can I have your help with something? Its game related."
A- "Sure, whats up?"
D- "Gist is this. Say you've got a sentient world terraforming space machine who helped you out a lot, but is on his own for most of the time. What game console and-slash-or games do you think he'd like?"
D- "Its a serious question! Don't look at me like that!"
Box text reads- "Hunhow and the Acolytes enjoyed Mario Cart 64 the best. Models/data were obviously edited"
Then, in the second one,
D- "So Hunhow had a couple of playtesting notes. Said he liked it a lot."
Spoons let out a loud gasp with the same tricksy energy. As if she hadn't 'suffered' countless bites to her softer parts (and a few to her metal, let's be honest) from Cicero. That nip had been barely anything. Spoons was, of course, hyper aware of how badly she could hurt a human, even someone as injury experienced as Cicero.
"Ooooh, mah pauvre bebe!" she exclaimed, delicately taking his hand in hers and giving the imagined bite mark several gentle kisses...
And then bit him again. Harder.
His lip is pouting! Quivering even!
If she lets it continue, he may just give her his best faint!
His triumphant smile widens as she feels her lips press to his finger multiple times. The corners of his eyes crease he's so pleased!
The smile falters entirely when her teeth sink into said finger once again. Harder. He feels the ligament in said finger lightly crack with the pressure being just right on the side of said finger.
He yowls.
"Ow ow ow ow ow Spoons! Babe! You feral beast! Release me!" He wiggles his captured finger back and forth a bit, shaking her head along with it.