[Nico lets out a choking sound and pulls back, sliding off of the desk so that he can hide his burning face from Argus' many eyes. It probably doesn't work on account of the whole hundred eyes thing, but he gives it a good try. His own eyes burn a hole into the ground and he wishes they were closer to the shadows in the room. Stupid daylight.
He could slip under the table. (Nico would have thought that Argus being mute would make this situation easier to deal with but as he had in fact learned last time, it only makes the judging silence that much heavier. It drags on for another eternity (a few seconds, really) and Nico's face turns even redder, his hands twitching where they've fallen in front of him, hands clasped together as if to prove they aren't doing anything else.
After a millennia, Argus snorts and gestures at one of the cabinets, walking over to retrieve something or other. Nico remains where he is doing an excellent impression of a deer staring at oncoming traffic.]
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He could slip under the table. (Nico would have thought that Argus being mute would make this situation easier to deal with but as he had in fact learned last time, it only makes the judging silence that much heavier. It drags on for another eternity (a few seconds, really) and Nico's face turns even redder, his hands twitching where they've fallen in front of him, hands clasped together as if to prove they aren't doing anything else.
After a millennia, Argus snorts and gestures at one of the cabinets, walking over to retrieve something or other. Nico remains where he is doing an excellent impression of a deer staring at oncoming traffic.]