[It says something when the fourteen-year-old has five inches on you. Which, honestly, he's not all that used to. Demigods tend to be on the tall side. Mostly. Nico blinks at Abbie, recognizing a little calm authority in her voice, and then shrugs.
He's just glad she didn't bump into his sword's blade.]
Don't worry about it. It's a big crowd.
[He may look a little sulky. But that's because he always looks a little sulky.]
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He's just glad she didn't bump into his sword's blade.]
Don't worry about it. It's a big crowd.
[He may look a little sulky. But that's because he always looks a little sulky.]