[Oh hey, a fellow slightly feral kid with an out of date weapon. Not that Nico had been making any noise before Lev spotted him, but he immediately ducks into a crouch behind the plastic fridge when he makes the motion to stay out of the way. Look, most of the people that Nico knows and trusts to have his back in battle are 13 year olds with face scars—or scars somewhere, anyway.
He watches with a small amount of jealousy as Lev uses his fun-sized weapon to score a bullseye through some doll's dome. By contrast Nico's own sword became fused inside its sheath and has been turned to plastic like the furniture, and being useless makes his teeth itch.]
They're fake? [Nico doesn't know why he thought they were real, but when he gets up to approach the table he realizes belatedly that he is surprised to find out that they're just dolls. He watches Lev out of the corner of his eye even as he skirts around to inspect the other figures more closely. There's something awfully unnerving about them that he hasn't put his finger on yet.] ... I don't get it.
dollhouse!
He watches with a small amount of jealousy as Lev uses his fun-sized weapon to score a bullseye through some doll's dome. By contrast Nico's own sword became fused inside its sheath and has been turned to plastic like the furniture, and being useless makes his teeth itch.]
They're fake? [Nico doesn't know why he thought they were real, but when he gets up to approach the table he realizes belatedly that he is surprised to find out that they're just dolls. He watches Lev out of the corner of his eye even as he skirts around to inspect the other figures more closely. There's something awfully unnerving about them that he hasn't put his finger on yet.] ... I don't get it.