ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Bursting through Nikita's door, he sighed happily and leaned back against it, coming down from his victorious high. Straightening, he looked at her. "Mission complete, HQ." He smiled lazily and slumped on the bed, yawning and curling on his side on the soft mattress. "Mm... sleepy..."

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Nikita laughed, "Did he wake up at all?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He hummed and rolled over so he was looking at her. "Yeah. Pretty sure he hates me now. Well, more than he already did." He smiled a bit. "But it was worth it." I think. "He's gotta learn to have some fun. He's always like 'grr, graa, I am a Shadowhunter, fear me!' Instead of growling he could do with an occasional 'mew'."

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Nikita laughed, "You have about five minutes before he comes storming in here."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas scoffed and leaned against the door. "He doesn't scare me."

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"...Nickolas!!!" Alexsander's enraged voice echoed through the Institute.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"...then again," he hummed, eyes widening. Scurrying underneath the bed, he chose a few colorful words to scold Nikita into not giving away his location and then held his breath. This was a good hiding place. He was small, so no one else could get under here. At least, that's what he told himself to keep from flying out the window or, worse yet, hiding in the closet.

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The angry Shadowhunter stormed into Nikita's room and glared at his sister, "Where is he?"

She lounged back on her bed, "Who?"

"Don't give me that sh*t. Where. Is. He?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Sucking in a breath, the researcher puffed out his cheeks, stilling his movements and holding his breath. Please, please, please... He thought to himself, shutting his eyes tight.

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Nikita stuck her tongue out at him, "I dunno, bro. You'll just have to find him."

"I know he's in here," Alexsander growled, stalking into the bedroom.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas grinned, mentally high fiving Nikita. He could always count on her; she wasn't his bro for nothing. Even though that sounded a little strange. A girl being a bro. Ah well, it meant the same thing to him, in the end; they were close, and she was awesome for not giving away his position. In fact she seemed to be enjoying irritating her brother, believe it or not. It was one of the things he truly enjoyed about her.

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Alex growled and stalked over to the closet, "Oh Nicky, come out, come out wherever you are."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He stuck his tongue out and held his breath, shifting quietly to see where the Russian was moving about. On his back, he couldn't see where his feet were. On his stomach however... 'Course, he probably should have realized buttons and hardwoods don't coincide peacefully.

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Alex, having Shadowhunter hearing, did not miss much. He paused, glancing back from the closet, "Oh? Not in here, I guess."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Pausing, his eyes shifted left and right, heart hammering against his chest. Did that mean he was giving up? Or something bad? Swallowing, he turned his gaze toward the gap of flooring he could see, keeping his body still. His muscles quivered, body vibrating against the floor with the tension.

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Suddenly, his hands seized Nikolas' ankles and pulled the boy out from under the bed, "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas gulped and wiggled his fingers at him in a tentative wave, a large smile on his face though his eyes were wide. "Part of me hoped you were that stupid, but another part of me realized that I was up against an opponent that kills monsters for a living. Eh heh..."

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Alex rolled his eyes and hoisted him up, "I am not stupid enough to miss a hiding place like this."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He pouted. "Well now I feel dumb. Thanks for making me feel dumb." He crossed his arms over his chest, though kept his space between the two of them. This was an irritated Shadowhunter he was dealing with; either Alexsander would try to pull his own prank against him, or he was going to be seriously punished. Neither he looked forward to very happily.

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Alexsander cupped his chin and rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm sure you'll get over it, Nicky."