Nico: *snapping* I don't care! *the little time-traveled demigod was shaking with pent up emotion, switching rapidly from Greek to Italian to English* è uno stupratore travestito, and if they get the gods to smite me down for it, τότε τόσο γαμημένο να είναι! I could care less what those fottuti stupratori falsi e ipocriti σκέψου τον κώλο μου *the brown eyed boy laughed, but it was humorless and cold; a laugh that Penelope had never heard from him before* And, ακόμα κι αν καταφέρουν να πετύχουν, I've already helped people cheat death more than once, so HAH! Succhialo, Antinoo *Nico refused to look at Penelope, but she didn't miss the quick swipe at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket, nor did she miss the tremor in his voice as he ranted*
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{Translation: he's a fvcking r@pist, and if they can get me struck down by the gods for it, then fvck it! I couldn't care less what those fake, hypocritical r@pists think of my @ss. And, even if they do, I've helped people cheat death more than once, so AH! Suck it, Antinous}
