“What’s in your pockets?” Nero asks him. “Get your own fucking brass knuckles, man.” I shake my head. “They aren’t that hard to find.” Nero, god of the underworld, frowns in disappointment before he finally moves. Rob lifts a brow at me in a what the fuck sort of way. And I shake my head in a these two are fucking weird way.
They acting like brothers lmao it’s so cute
