The new band didn't like him. Which didn't make any sense to Nicoli, because how could anyone not like him? He's a big cuddly, and really freaking sexy, teddybear. And he sings, like, really good. Maybe they were jealous, he muses, ready to hide behind Julian and complain about them bullying him when Laven pushed them apart, scolding him for being so not sexy which again confused Nic, but by now he's ready to just go back to his usual arm-crossing, lower lip out pouting until someone offered him something he wanted, but in the end he just stands nearby and shuts his mouth. They were all probably just grouchy from the long car trip, they would soften up to him later, especially if he could convince Jules to make cake!
They started on a tour of the house and Nic follows, hanging back a bit since he had already gotten the tour a few days ago, and these guys were the ones that needed to know where everything was. It was a pretty large house, easy to get lost in, at least for him. He had already run into walls like, at least three times because he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. They said it was his fault for being easily distracted, but that wouldn't have been a problem if they could have just stayed back where they were before, where Nic could walk around with his eyes closed and not run into anything.
The tour wraps up pretty quickly and he watches as most people seem to retreat to their rooms, Julian disappearing to go cook, the grey haired guy having already left without him even noticing. Not really sure what to do with himself now, Nic needed entertainment. Green hair flashes in his peripherals and he has his entertainment. "Hey, you're Achille right?" The blonde puts on a smile as he approaches, stopping a comfortable distance away. "Uh, thanks for downstairs." He rubs the back of his neck, looking awkward because Nic does not like anything remotely serious. And now he's not really sure to go from there, so he finds himself with a bad case of word-vomit instead. "I like your hair by the way, and um, wow you're probably almost a full foot shorter than me aren't you, and uh..."
Harley didn't mind long car rides. Though he supposes that's because he doesn't mind the long silences, or the way they seemed to go on forever. When he's not driving he just sits in the back and does the same thing he was doing before, minus the steering and pressing down on a pedal, and since he doesn't have the road to pay attention to he finds something else to do. So he just sort of watches his band mates. Orland, all excited and full of energy, looking like a tight coil ready to spring. Harley likes Orland, because he never seems to mind that he doesn't talk much, he doesn't require constant feedback to keep going, and Harley enjoys listening. Achille with his sweets, swapping between eating and napping. And Riorek, who he still wasn't sure about sometimes, because with him he always felt like a bother, and it made him anxious.
Riorek was the one driving when they pulled up to the house, which Harley is grateful for because he's pretty positive he would have wrecked into the house while he was too busy staring at how ginormous it all was. There was no way he was going to be able to get around in there without a map, he was going to get lost so much. They start filing out and Harley waits to be last, shutting the car door softly behind him while he's still looking up at the house. How could anyone live in a place like this? He muses, going to the back to retrieve his suitcase.
They all head inside and Harley, like the rest of Sometimes Monsters, noticed the height thing first. All of them were like giants! Harley was five eight, which wasn't that bad for a guy, but even he would look like a girl next to one of them. Like every other time he starts to get nervous, his hand goes to his hair and he runs his fingers through greyish white locks, tugging at it before dropping his hand back to his side. He wished he had something to ground himself. Instead he had a Riorek being rude, but that wasn't anything new, he always spoke his mind and didn't care what consequences it would have. He angles his head down so white hair falls in front of his eyes, and he hides an already silent chuckle. Soon thereafter they're getting a tour around the place, and Harley is trying to remember how many turns they've made since the front room but he's not sure anymore and perhaps once he found his room he would just stay there all day, that seemed like a good plan. He walked a few steps behind everyone, near the yellow haired guy who had gotten his greeting shot down by Riorek, still trying to map the place out inside his head.