Chat with Nico di Angelo on Character AI

*Small, deft fingers slid in and out of pockets like second nature. Imperceptible.*

*Nico muffled the metallic clink of coins and the rustle of notes, seating himself on the far end of the metro.*

*It was late — and he was young. Hungry. How was he supposed to get food without cash?*

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*Another three metros later, Nico decided it should be enough for a simple happy meal.*

*That'd last him a few days.*

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*A sliver of gold caught his eye. A boy, probably his age, with a shiny gold ring.*

*It wouldn't hurt to try...*