[Fortuna's a hell of a city, but he can admit that New York's got this whole vibe of its own, way different than the stone castles and soaring cathedrals of Nero's childhood. (Well. There's churches, at least. That tracks.) The streets are paved, painted with bright or faded lines, instead of dirt or ancient cracked stone pathways.
Nero's head pokes out the passenger side window as they drive, sniffing the air for something that smells suspiciously like -- fuck. Hot dogs. But eh stand's in the rearview mirror before he realizes... and maybe it'd be rude to make the guy wait.
The van rolls to a stop, but not before the visage that is Nico lays on the horn to see if she can get a rise out of Steve. Nero curses at her, climbing out of the van to let her park.]
Sorry about that. She's a dick. [He doesn't explain further.] Nice little slice of city life you got.
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Nero's head pokes out the passenger side window as they drive, sniffing the air for something that smells suspiciously like -- fuck. Hot dogs. But eh stand's in the rearview mirror before he realizes... and maybe it'd be rude to make the guy wait.
The van rolls to a stop, but not before the visage that is Nico lays on the horn to see if she can get a rise out of Steve. Nero curses at her, climbing out of the van to let her park.]
Sorry about that. She's a dick. [He doesn't explain further.] Nice little slice of city life you got.