nofable asked:
“if you can’t beat them, dress better than them.” from mr carter kane
Well, You’re not Wrong -- @nofable
Nico sighed through gritted teeth, arms stiff in the sleeves of his jacket, collar pressed upright, pants fabric rubbing uncomfortably against his legs. Jules-Albert, the zombie chauffeur, had been a surprisingly helpful resource when it came to finding finer menswear, and even Nico could recognize the importance of wearing nice clothes in a place like this. It didn’t mean he had to like it.
“And this was the only chance we had to get the book?” he asked for the hundredth time, even though he knew it was a useless question.
The book he spoke of was the Book of the Dead, only this one had some big time dark magic concerning all kinds of afterlives and how to get there the hard, direct way. Meaning it was both of interest to himself and to the House of Life. And of course that meant the mortals wanted to cart it around to all the big important galas to show off and not realize what they were inviting in. The protections around the book would be lighter at the fancy parties than in an underground vault. though.
It didn’t mean he had to like it. He shot Carter a look. “You look good thought. I look like a penguin.” A goth penguin.
