niko.
niko hums in thought, thinking back at the four years he spent at this school. of course there’s been some rough patches – this past semester in particular, but generally he had a decent time. especially when hunter had been his dealer but that’s all a thing of the past now.
“good to know i still have my youth,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a scoff at the other’s insult. nothing could damper niko’s mood tonight but it’d be a lie to say that he would let an opportunity to be salty towards the other slip. “it’s a shame you can’t say the same– chain smoking really does fuck you up for the worse.”
hunter laughs. it’s breathy--like he’s fighting it. niko’s such a little shit. and hunter used to like that. they’d been almost friends, he thinks. and maybe hunter got a little attached. sometimes he fucks up in drawing lines between appropriate professionalism while he’s working, and it bit him in the ass with niko. the guy almost sold him out.
so he’s not gonna let this pass. if niko’s gonna talk shit, he better be ready for hunter to cash it in
“hey.”.
he bends a little. leans in so they’re eye to eye.
“don’t be a bitch.”












