ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He huffed. "Why don't you just get it over with already? Scold me, punish me, whatever. You really know how to keep an idiot in suspense, and I wholeheartedly accept what I am. I am a unicorn."

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Alexsander's lips twisted into a smirk and he patted Nikolas' cheek, "Who said I was going to do any of those things?" He leaned in and pecked the boy's lips before pushing him back onto the bed.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas grunted on impact, raising an eyebrow at what just happened before glancing over at Nikita. "Your brother is a strange one."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita watched Alexsander saunter out of her bedroom and frowned, "Oh yeah, I know. He always has been."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Sitting up, he rubbed at his sore ribs, having been bruised under the bed, and looked over at her. He wasn't going to tell her he was flustered by what happened, and more than a little intrigued. But that didn't mean he wasn't interested to see her response toward it. Shaking his head in amusement, he hummed. "Are you going to show me the rest of your stuff or should we get ready for bed? I have some movies we can watch."

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"We should get ready for bed," Nikita looked at Nikolas and smirked, her eyes dancing mischievously.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He nodded and slipped off the bed, opening up his pack and pulling out several cased DVDs. "What do you want to watch? I've got season one of Arrow, Young Frankenstein, Clash of the Titans, and... Season one of Will & Grace that Ana must have stashed in here." He frowned.

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"Ooh, Clash of the Titans," Nikita grinned and skipped over to her dresser. She opened up a drawer and pulled out her pajamas- a comfy set of silk shorts and a tank top.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Sounds like a plan." He hummed, wandering to the DVD player and setting things up. "We have snacks, right?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Duh. What kind of sleepover would this be without snacks?" She scoffed.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"A dull one." He grinned. "What kinda snacks you got?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Chips, cookies, marshmallows, we could even make brownies," Nikita smirked.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Ooh, brownies! Milky chocolatey goodness, nice and warm..." Nikolas purred, clapping his hands together quietly. "You're in charge of the baking."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita gave him a cat-like smile, "Well, Alex has always made better brownies than I have, so I figured I'd go ask him."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Nikolas smile dropped and he looked over at her. "Hell to the no." He walked over to her, pushing on her back toward the door. "Let's go, it's time to turn you into Betty Crocker."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita pouted and let her body slump, so he had to put more effort into pushing her, "But Alex makes good brownies!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Why are you so against making brownies with me?" He frowned. "Am I bad company to keep? Do you not like hanging out with me for more than two hours?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Nooo," Nikita turned and wrapped her arms around the boy, "You're my parabatai, I love being with you. I just thought you'd want the best brownies possible."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Being able to do them with you will make them be the best brownies possible."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Aww, Nicky," Nikita hugged him tightly, "You're absolutely adorable."