WHO: Nico di Angelo and OPEN WHAT: Getting Ice Cream WHERE: Baskin Robbins WHEN: This morning WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Nico remembered the last week perfectly. He couldn't say that it was his favorite time, being a goth foster kid who liked listening to the most punk or metal music he could find. He supposed it wasn't really that different from his actual life, but he'd had no powers. He wasn't a goth punk with powers, he was just a goth punk and even he had to admit he was a little bit annoying. He was glad he was himself again. Even though he'd had insecurities and times in his life when he hated himself, he was moving on from that and was glad to be Nico di Angelo, son of Hades again.
After having been without them for a week, his powers seemed on edge; stronger than they'd been in the past. It was probably because he'd forgotten having them at all, but he had to try extra hard not to stir the little dead creatures who had found their final resting place beneath the soil where he was walking. And he knew from the people crossing the street so they didn't have to face him that his aura of fear was stronger too.
Oh well.
Sighing, he went into Baskin Robbins because it was hot and he was still a kid and wanted ice cream. Looking through the flavors while the cashier waited on someone else, he tried to decide which of the - more than 31 - flavors that sounded the best.