[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]the invitation is met with a smirk as his hand caresses her leg; fingers smoothing along before resting on her thigh.

"just for me."

the same hand squeezes her thigh.

"lead the way, jessie."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]even if her words are expected, he feels oddly warm when he hears them. could be from the fire, or could be from something else entirely, who knows?

"you still owe me, though."

mon loup. she's always had a way with pulling him in.

"for leaving me."

Remi Cassel
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"no, you haven't."

she's one of few who could say as much, that much is certain. which might be exactly why he decides to grace her with the truth.

but not without roughness that comes with it. his touch on her jaw steels just a little, and he's pinching her up to meet his gaze.

"i did miss you."

Remi Cassel
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"careful, remi."

never one to back down from a challenge, he meets it in stride, reaching a hand out to gently trace down the lines of her jaw.

"you think you can handle the truth?"

Remi Cassel
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[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]work her magic, huh? along with her giggle, her words are more than enough hook him in.

at her question, his lips curled into a grin as he leaned just that much closer to her.

"i can't help but think about just how much more perfect it would be if it was only performed for me."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"depends on perspective, i guess. in our case, maybe."

the grin he wears is telling enough.

a few steps later, he stops as well.

"what?"

and then he sees it, and he can't help but chuckle.

"shit. looks like we found it."

Ceri Glynn

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"...thanks?"

the word feels foreign, almost as though it shouldn't be said. but for her, he does so anyway, and shrugs whatever feelings away.

"big bad wolf. i like that."

he takes a step closer, venturing into her space.

"maybe you'll be calling me that by the end of the night."

Remi Cassel
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[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]what washes over her is familiar, though it doesn't make it hurt any less. if anything, it huts even more coming from her, and it's for that reason that he scoffs, pushing the emotions that surface away.

"because i like winning."

not traitor, but survivor.

conqueror.

"why would i fight for the losing side, sol?"

@sol
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[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"predators. i think the old man said he saw some lycanroc in the area."

simple, really, except there's nothing around them but wooloo and grass and trees.

he sighs, taking back his sunscreen only to squeeze a bit out onto his finger.

"you missed a spot."

pointing to her cheek, he extends his large hand over.

luka chêne
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[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"not really."

he leans in then, brushing against her ear in a whisper:

"but let's change that."

a quick gesture for a bartender sees that their drinks are promptly refilled. he hands one over to her, smiling.

"to having fun."

hana ito

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]finally, he tugs at his own shirt, slipping it over his shoulders before discarding it. like them, it becomes lost in the woods, perhaps never to be found.

with no barrier of fabric between them, he presses his body against hers, feeling the brushing of skin and the warmth that comes from it.

his hand roams upwards before tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

hana ito
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]the door opens, and in steps a behemoth.

"the fuck you doing, matty?"

his glare is scrutinizing as he steps around the couch.

"sol?"

@sol

[attr="class","niko"]

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

[attr="class","niko i"]"of course."

not.

but she doesn't have to know that, does she?

it's then that he turns all of himself towards her. with both hands on her hips, one trails up to trace down the lines of her jaw.

"are you having fun?"

hana ito