ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He grinned and nodded, picking at the fibers in his jeans after a moment. "Nikita?" He called, eyes trained on the dark fabric, smile having dropped from his face. It wasn't any sort of angst expression, though. Merely thoughtful, a little curious - like he was coming up on an answer and needed the final clues. "Does Alexsander wear any type of cologne or anything?"

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She pulled out one of her dresses, "Mmm, no, not that I know of. He says they clog up his nose too much."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He frowned in confusion. "I wonder what it was then." He murmured. "Something set off an allergic reaction in the library when we were studying."

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"Well, it's pretty dusty in there," Nikita glanced over at him, "It was probably that."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He tilted his head . "I was doing a lot of spectacular flailing..." He hummed in thought and tapped his lip, eyes narrowing. Perhaps he had just the idea in order to bond with Alex.

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Nikita raised an eyebrow, "Do I want to know?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He giggled and shook his head, relaxing back into her many decorative pillows. "Probably not." He waved a hand in a circular motion, a sign to 'get on with it'. "Let's see the dress!"

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Nikita quickly got changed into the dress, pulling the sheer material up her curvy body. It was a dark purple, stopping mid-thigh. The dress was fitted and cut with a V neckline. It made her body look like an hourglass.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas gaped at her. "Nikita. We have a problem." He shielded his eyes. "You're too gorgeous, it's painful. My eyes, they're bleeding from their sockets." He parted his fingers to see her again, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips and revealing pearly whites. "It looks awesome! Nice choice. I wouldn't figure you were one who liked purple, being a Shadowhunter and all, but I mean, it works for you. Well anything works for you, you're Nikita, you're the amazing one. But," he chuckled, waving a hand, "I'm rambling. See what you do to me? You make me ramble like a bigger fool because you're too awesome."

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Nikita laughed, twirling around, "You're so dramatic, Nicky. I love it.~"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Of course you do." He chuckled with a roll of his eyes before sitting up. "I'm bored. And lonely. And I kind of want to sneak into Alex's room and doodle on his face with a sharpie." He grinned evilly. "What do you think if I gave him a curly mustache and angry eyebrows?" He tapped his lip. "Maybe a black nose."

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"I think he'd come after you with a vengeance and you'd regret it," Nikita snorted.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Oh, see, that's a challenge I'd love to accept." He wiggled his eyebrows evilly, a mischievous grin on his lips.

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Nikita pointed at him, "Hey, you can't complain if Alex does something you don't like. You're asking for it."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Rubbing his hands together with an evil meep, the teenager glided down the hall, grinning from ear to ear. Locating his tutor's bedroom, he slowly creaked the door open, once narrowed eyes now big and round. It appeared he felt that the larger he made his eyes, the more he thought he could see. No matter how much he believed he was evil, he would always be filled with childlike innocence.

Creeping over to the bed, room dark around him, he pulled out the sharpie stowed away in his pants waistline and uncapped it, wincing at the seemingly roaring sound in the otherwise quiet bedroom. Crawling onto the bed, he hovered nervously over the slumbering form of the male Russian, nearly swallowing but too afraid it would be loud enough to wake his victim to actually continue the process. Inhaling quietly, he got down to work, starting from one nostril to the next, the curly mustache first thin, but slowly building in weight. He decided to add some more bulk to his buddy's eyebrows, maybe give him a manacle, before he deemed his mission complete and recapped the pen, tongue sticking out a bit in focus as he slowly climbed off of the 'stiff-as-a-rod-in-winter'-attitude filled adult.

Making a villainous sound that could rival a puppy, somewhere between a goat's 'mehh' and a sheep's 'baah' Nikolas tapped his fingertips together and then turned, prepared to slink out and share with Nikita his tremendous victory. He definitely earned a point with this one. Alex the Grumblesaur: 0, Nicky the Awesome: 1.

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"What are you doing?" Alex's very sleepy, very grumpy voice mumbled from the bed as the Shadowhunter rolled over and squinted his eyes at him, "Nicky? Why are you in my room?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Picturing Alexsander with mustache and all had him snorting in laughter, leaning heavily against the doorframe and shaking in barely concealed glee. "Nothing~"

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"I don't believe you," He grunted and sat up, rubbing his cheek, "You never come in here."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"That's just because you're overprotective of your junk." He scoffed and then giggled immaturely at the thought, before bursting out into hysterical giggles when he added a mustache and eyebrows to the mix. "I-I gotta go, Nikita and I are doing stuff and things." He breathed out before stumbling out of the room, straightening himself after nearly walking into a portrait and continuing on his way, soul soaring with having gotten away with his mischief.

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Alexsander grumbled and scooted out of bed, his feet touching the floor. He didn't trust Nikolas, not one bit.