http://deaths-demigod.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
deaths-demigod.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomhighdorms2010-11-20 06:46 pm
deaths-demigod.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-11-20 06:46 pm
Entry tags:
The Stables | Saturday Night
For once, the chill in the air wasn't Nico's fault. He didn't mind it so much, but he turned up the collar of his jacket to fit in with the rest of the world right before he walked into a shadow just off the boardwalk. Sure it was a quick trip on foot, but Nico liked shadow traveling and Mrs. O'Leary didn't mind his sudden appearance in her section of the stables.
Especially when he'd brought food to share. "How do feel about tacos?" Nico asked, holding up a steaming to-go bag he'd procured from El Burrito Loco. Mrs. O'Leary's whole back end wagged in anticipation as the demigod withdrew a shiny triangle from the bag and proceeded to unwrap it. "I won't tell Percy I gave you an extra dinner if you don't."
Yeah, because he needed to worry about Mrs. O'Leary talking. For the moment at least, the only thing Nico had to worry about was her drooling on his shoulder before he could toss the tacos toward her giant hellhound mouth. Turned out his collar had a secondary purpose - keeping the slobber at bay.
[Stable open! Note: Mrs O'Leary looks like a poodle to normal humans.
ETA: The Luke parts of the conversation are NFB por favor!]
Especially when he'd brought food to share. "How do feel about tacos?" Nico asked, holding up a steaming to-go bag he'd procured from El Burrito Loco. Mrs. O'Leary's whole back end wagged in anticipation as the demigod withdrew a shiny triangle from the bag and proceeded to unwrap it. "I won't tell Percy I gave you an extra dinner if you don't."
Yeah, because he needed to worry about Mrs. O'Leary talking. For the moment at least, the only thing Nico had to worry about was her drooling on his shoulder before he could toss the tacos toward her giant hellhound mouth. Turned out his collar had a secondary purpose - keeping the slobber at bay.
[Stable open! Note: Mrs O'Leary looks like a poodle to normal humans.
ETA: The Luke parts of the conversation are NFB por favor!]