[ there's no response from nico, because as he normally does, he's popping out of a shadow to look around. he didn't quite reach the penis waffle stand, but he was close enough, so sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants and shrugging his shoulders, he headed closer. the shirt he's wearing has a skull design on it and as he was dared, features a ghost draw on the back with a little crown.
when he reaches the stand, he immediately glances around for the man he'd seen in the photos. easily spotting him among the crowd, he approaches, one hand raised. at his hip, as usual, is his sword which leeches its usual cold aura. from the stranger, he senses a strangeness about him. not quite a mortal soul, but something stronger. ]
Alright, I'm here. And I even drew on one of my shirts for this. I believe it's my turn to ask truth or dare.
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when he reaches the stand, he immediately glances around for the man he'd seen in the photos. easily spotting him among the crowd, he approaches, one hand raised. at his hip, as usual, is his sword which leeches its usual cold aura. from the stranger, he senses a strangeness about him. not quite a mortal soul, but something stronger. ]
Alright, I'm here. And I even drew on one of my shirts for this. I believe it's my turn to ask truth or dare.