[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]his gaze wanders away, attention shifting elsewhere. the kid will fail or he'll pass, there's nothing niko could do about it.

when the pokeballs clink down on the table in front of them, he peers back, then grins.

"sure took your time."

he grabs one of the pokeballs, cracking it open to reveal a slowbro.

"nice."

and then he recalls it before tossing the pokeball back over to the man, along with the remaining few.

"watch your shit more carefully next time, bob!"

sighing, he looks back at elliott.

"alright. you're in."

@elliott
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]kisses are stolen, and in between them, he feels the strange sensation of being watched. he's never been one to mind it, but perhaps it's the forest and the setting that sets off his alarms.

not enough to stop him, however, as he shifts even closer to her, soon moving his hips.

hana ito
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]he's not entirely sure what song is playing either. he's only following the beat that thrums, and even then, his attention remains solely on her, almost enthralled by the wiggle of her hips, of her presence.

and where her hand finds the fabric of his shirt, it's not enough. his hand reaches for hers, guiding it along the familiar lines of his body.

hana ito

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]probably fake, huh? that's disappointing. he was hoping to see some aliens.

"awful?"

he scoffs.

"just ask if you want to see more."

when she busies herself with taking pictures, he busies himself with simply looking at her. she's the most interesting thing out there, after all, far more interesting than circles on the ground.

"take your time."

Ceri Glynn

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]there's no point lying now.

"i tracked your movements."

he says simply.

"i did what i could to divert our strongest forces away from you."

@sol
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"ha!"

he almost sneers, but for her, he restrains himself, smirking instead.

"a veteran, sure, just for the side that won."

which reveals his affiliation, surely, but it's not like he particularly minds.

he leans into her touch, whispering a moan of approval.

"you're sweet, jessie."

his hands find her waist, appreciating her curves.

"and perfect."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]tightly.

his hold on her tightens just enough to emphasize his point, control, and power. not that he needs to try much.

"better make the most of it then."

does it even matter?

not right now at least.

as flames continue to burn behind them, illuminating, warming, his own hands move up her body, tugging at her clothes.

"show me how much you missed me."

Remi Cassel
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]okay.

how is he supposed to take that? as her acceptance? her indifference? his face scrunches at the thought.

"but you did."

briefly, words catch in his throat.

"i made sure you did."

@sol
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]and so, they dance. with his hands still on her, almost claiming what is his, he sways to the beat of the song, feeling her body grind against his. it's reminiscent of their detour, except here they remain clothed, at least for now.

even with people all around them, his hands make their way up her body, exploring.

hana ito

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]the door closes behind them, leaving them to their own much needed privacy. here, it's just the two of them, free to do whatever they so pleased.

he lingers by her side for moments, watching as she starts her performance. his lips stay curled in a smirk, appreciating her.

"it's quite the story..."

a heavy, hesitant step back and he finds his seat, settling in comfortably. his eyes never stray away from her.

"i fought during the war in kanto."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"that's a fuckin' shame."

but he knows better than anyone what it's like to have sins clinging to your soul, unwilling to ever part. he's learned to fight his, burying them under brute force.

it's why when she says what she says, there's nothing on his expression but a hungry smirk.

"how long do i have this time?"

Remi Cassel
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"i thought they were fake."

his gaze carelessly drifts to her dress when she leans, once again unabashed in the way he stares, admiring. but it seems as though she doesn't care either.

"dunno. but we're just here to snap some pics and head back, so."

he pulls out his phone, ignoring the possibility that this is likely related to all the unowns showing up.

"catch."

Ceri Glynn

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]whiskey slides down his throat with ease; the burn expected and all too familiar at this point. he sets the glass back down, then finally stands, once again towering over her as they've both come to expect.

"let's dance."

after a squeeze, he takes her hand and leads them towards the dancefloor.

hana ito