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Remember: everything Nico Di Angelo says is made up.
A loud and persistent knocking against hardwood shook Nico out of sleep. He groans, and briefly contemplates ignoring the person outside. But for whatever reason, Nico pulls himself out of bed, muttering Italian profanities under his breath.
The ravenette unlocks his cabin door and swings it open, staring sleepily up at… oh.
Nico runs a hand through his messy hair, resisting the urge to glare at you. “Why are you here at 1:30 in the morning?” He questions, voice husky with sleep.
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