"done a better job lying?"[break][break]

it wasn't her fault it all went to shit. it was still salvageable before he stepped in, even he could admit that much.[break][break]

"how'd you feel when i hit him?"

[attr="class","ooc"]nina larson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

niko's definitely the fun boss if she hasn't figured out by now.[break][break]

only after watching her sip does he realize there's a straw. he finds it, sucks, and swallows.[break][break]

"so, nina."[break][break]

he shifts in his seat.[break][break]

"how'd you feel about what happened back there?"

[attr="class","ooc"]nina larson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

not sure why he feels just the slightest bit nervous when she starts circling him. maybe it's because it takes her a while to give him her approval. or maybe he's not used to being observed like that. either way, when her approval comes, he breaks into a smile.[break][break]

"good. i wanted to match with you."[break][break]

he looks at what else the store has to offer. his attention zones in on a few choices, most of them being rather...skimpy choices for her.[break][break]

"see anything you like? you can try some on."

[attr="class","ooc"]luka chêne[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

a sip later confirms it: sweet, too sweet, but the bitter finish saves it.[break][break]

"huh. it ain't bad."[break][break]

that's his way of saying he likes it. he takes another sip, then turns to look at her.[break][break]

"is this your favorite drink?"

[attr="class","ooc"]nina larson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

her outfit is adorable. he only wishes he had one to match, seeing how his santa hat seems to pale in comparison. no matter! he'll just have to buy an outfit from one of the stalls later.[break][break]

or now, perhaps.[break][break]

"i'd like to get an outfit that's a bit more festive."[break][break]

so, he reaches for her hand, then tugs her to one of the stalls. surprisingly, they have a santa-esque coat that's large enough for him. he shrugs it on, then turns to look at her.[break][break]

"what do you think?"

[attr="class","ooc"]luka chêne[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

"it helps that it doesn't smell like piss here, doesn't it?"[break][break]

no one is a bigger hater of slateport than niko manner, that much is certain.[break][break]

"i'm glad you decided to move here."[break][break]

for me.

[attr="class","ooc"]@jessica[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

he brushes against her as she stands back up. the kiss is returned, and as she whispers his name, it's almost too easy to confirm it.[break][break]

"i don't say shit i don't mean."[break][break]

even at the risk of hurting people.[break][break]

"it's possible, jessie..."

[attr="class","ooc"]@jessica[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

"the fuck's a negroni?"[break][break]

a fancy cocktail, no doubt. exactly what he thought she'd order.[break][break]

he chuckles as he finds a bar stool next to her, waving at the bartender.[break][break]

"i'll have the same. but if it's bad, it's on you."

[attr="class","ooc"]nina larson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

"yeah?"[break][break]

i'm glad.[break][break]

as their hands touch, his smile turns gentler, more shy, perhaps.[break][break]

"happier than when you were in slateport?"

[attr="class","ooc"]@jessica[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

no answer escapes him at first. just more moans, more grunts of pleasure as she busies herself again.[break][break]

but his mind is distracted, thoughts muddled as he caresses the back of her head.[break][break]

"...it is."

[attr="class","ooc"]@jessica[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]