There was something off about the other that Niko couldn’t put their finger on. Be it the black coat they wore or the uneasy lack of a dark or light presence. It was the same vibe the creepy white zipper-faces had which really unsettled Niko to encounter that with a person.
But Niko tried to look for the best in people first and foremost. It was going to get them in trouble again one day---
“Sure! I’m super good at braiding!” They chirped. Niko learned from Percival after all! And there wasn’t a day that man didn’t have his long hair in a braid. Of course this one’s hair was much longer than Percival’s but it was comforting to do it again all the same. Niko skipped around the black coat and got to work separating the mound of white hair into three sections.
“What’s your name anyway? I’m Niko! D’you gotta be somewhere soon? I don’t wanna make you late...”