( nico's somewhere in the city because he doesn't really respect curfew, never has but moreso now that he's older. whatever he's doing, he's bored of watching and waiting, so he sends stiles a quick shot of his torso — he's filled out some from resembling the skeletons he rules over, but he's no greek god.
still, there's the grey waistband of boxers peeking over black jeans. it's unclear where he is, but it sort of looks like mr. reckless is outside with his shirt pulled up by his other hand. )
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( nico's somewhere in the city because he doesn't really respect curfew, never has but moreso now that he's older. whatever he's doing, he's
bored of watching and waiting, so he sends stiles a quick shot of his torso — he's filled out some from resembling the skeletons he rules over, but he's no greek god.
still, there's the grey waistband of boxers peeking over black jeans. it's unclear where he is, but it sort of looks like mr. reckless is outside with his shirt pulled up by his other hand. )