#;niko

@crimecourted asked for a [ shoulder touch ] [ GOTCHA ] from Niko, he probably noticed someone he "recognizes" approaching. Now he's staring down the person, making sure they wont try anything.

A golden-haired, green-eyed girl living in Japan? Alice was no stranger to curious gazes washing over her as she walked past. And given her... occupation, she was well used to intimidating stares too. But this was different. Whoever was staring at her and following her every turn was doing so with malice. Enough to raise the small hairs on the back of her neck and fill her with a growing, sickening dread in the pit of her stomach.

She'd been trained for moments like these. Taught how to blend into the crowd and lose a tail. But the sheer intensity of the fear whoever had been slowly closing the gap between them wiped her thoughts clean, and it was taking all of her self-control to keep from breaking into a sprint.

A hand suddenly grabbing her shoulder startled her bad, heart on her throat as she looked up to see who it was and the sight of a familiar face was such a relief that she felt her strength drain away.

@crimecourted sent:

[NEW MESSAGE] Niko: You're off from work now, yeah? Niko: Come over ;)

The next message was an attached photo of what appeared to be a small, rabbit-shaped cake. However, it seemed his phone didn't focus on the dessert. Rather, it focused on his other hand, which was barely keeping a little fuzzy thief's paw away.

Niko: Looks good, right?

Alice was being lazy for once, curled up on the couch and endlessly scrolling through food options. Funny thing, she wasn't looking for good dinner, but rather restaurants that had top quality desserts. to soothe her growing sweet tooth-ache.

A banner popped up at the top of her screen right as she found a place and was contemplating between strawberry shortcake and chocolate mousse. One of her two favorite bakers sending her a message? Was it divine intervention?

Opening his messages had her gasping and smiling broadly, proving that Niko was, indeed, a godsend. His strange talent for taking pictures of moving subjects while being incapable of focusing on static ones was incredibly endearing on top of the adorable cake and an impromptu cameo from the princess herself!

@clandestinare​ asked: “You’ve also asked Fabre if you could braid his hair before…” Niko muttered as he untied the ribbon keeping his ponytail together. “Hm. Could it be… You’re into guys with long hair, Alia?”

     She could hardly contain herself, green eyes sparkling as the ribbon came undone and the silky moon colored strands were let loose. Reaching out to sink her fingers into the softness of his hair, Alice nearly missed the teasing remark altogether.

@clandestinare​ asked: To think, miscalculating a jump would have gotten him here… now a patient of one of his acquaintances. Nikolai cursed himself internally, wincing slightly as Alice continued to patch up his wounds.

“Miss Alia…” he muttered. “I’m sure this will be healed in no time at all. There’s no need to pamper me this much.”

     His usage of the Russian diminutive for her name always gave her a warm little flutter of happiness, but this time, it had her squinting up at him for a moment. “This isn’t pampering. It’s treatment.” And it was a little concerning that he saw her simply cleaning and bandaging as pampering. The wounds were consistent with a bad fall, but with his elegant poise she couldn’t see him being clumsy to have to deal with this type of thing often enough that he wouldn’t pay them much mind. Either way, it was not her place to speculate. She simply wanted to make sure he would be okay.

"You seem tired."

“Mm. I am.”

Considering if he can get away with sleeping standing up, honestly.

It was a risk just her trying to talk to him. Even more just showing up at his home. Several of her people would have stopped her if they knew where she was going when she left their sight. Knock, knock, ―  it felt like forever waiting for him to open the door. It was like showing a friend a new haircut, just much more serios. Though she also got one of those. The cleanest shower she had in years, a new hair colour, and certainly the newest clothes she had worn in a decade. She took a deep breath when the lock made noises. She put on her old face, her old expressions. A smile and a gone look. “Hello Nico.”

             "Why does Moss expect this to be clean                before dinner..."