ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He frowned and pushed her off, eyebrows pulled down, lips pouted. He wasn't the strongest Shadowhunter, despite being part of a family that were quite great. His push on her shoulders barely nudged her. It would irk him if he wasn't already sulking about being called the-word-that-shall-not-be-said. "I'm not adorable. Puppies are adorable. They make you go 'aww' and do all sorts of awkward sounds that test your lung capacity. I'm a man. I make the tigers go-" He turned his hands into claws and gave the mightiest roar. If it squeaked at the end? Nobody knew. He grabbed her hand, pushing insistently on her back. "Now make me brownies! I want chocolate!"

Sitting at the bar, perched upon the edge of a stool, he nibbled on his lip in thought. It had been prodding the forefront of his mind ever since it happened, but he had tried ignoring it to act normal. Now, though, it refused to be passed by any longer. "Niki?" He murmured, tracing his fingertip along the granite. Just the thought of asking had him blushing scarlet, bowing his head down. "This is gonna be really stupid, but... do you think Alex did that to play with me?" He glanced at her from under his bangs quickly. "That... thing... back in the room. He's never done something like that before... Do you think he's been drinking?" He lifted his head. "Is he a light weight?"

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Nikita glanced up from her mixing bowl, spoon in hand, "No, Alex is no lightweight. It actually takes a lot to get him drunk. But as for what he did...I have no idea. You have to ask him about that."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He raised a brow at her. "I... don't want to know how you know that. Seeing Alex drunk would be..." He stared off into the distance before chuckling, shaking his head. After a moment he looked back at her. "I couldn't ask."

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"We're Russian, Nicky," Nikita snorted and shook her head in amusement, "We drink a lot together. I'm no lightweight either," she smiled.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He frowned. "I'm Russian and I don't drink." He tilted his head. "Are you gonna open the package or leave it sitting on the counter?" He stared at the brownie mix.

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She grabbed the box and chuckled, "I'm getting to it!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Pff, slowpoke." He smirked, trailing his finger along the counter in indecipherable shapes, gaze lost in memory.

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"Whatcha thinking about?" Nikita asked in a singsong, pouring the mix into a bowl.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"The meaning of life. And the possibility of being nonexistent in a world that is as imaginary as the sensations we experience." He looked at her. "We could simply be the figment of someone out there who's tired of reigning upon a time that no one else inhabits."

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"Oh blah, blah, blah," Nikita rolled her eyes and mixed the bowl, "Why are you being so philosophical? We're supposed to be having /fun/."

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He stuck his tongue out at her. "I was created to be this way, thank you very much. What I think's fun, you don't." He grabbed an egg from where he sat at the bar and cracked it, playing with the yolk while letting the whites into the dry bowl before plopping the yolk inside.

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Present: ... - facepalm The mix is already mixed... ]

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"Gossiping is fun," Nikita scoffed, "Contemplating life is not fun."

(XD)

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"I always contemplate life. Especially whether's it's worthy of living. But please, entertain me with your newest piece of gossip." He grinned. "Who puked on who's shoes this time? Who's boyfriend cheated on them with their friend? Or was it the girlfriend this time?"

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Nikita reached over and poked his nose, "Oh, no, that's not the gossip I want to talk about."

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He raised a brow. "Then what gossip do you want to talk about?"

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"You," Nikita grinned and pinched his cheek, "And the drama between you and my brother."

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He blushed and swiped her hand away from his cheek with a slight scowl, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment. "There isn't any drama between us."

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"Oh no? Then how come you blush every time I mention him?" Nikita smirked, tilting her head.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He spluttered, covering his cheeks with his hands. "B-Because he's... his..." He floundered. He sighed and landed his face onto the counter. "Because I have an obnoxious crush on my brother's parabatai." He muttered.

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Nikita kissed his head lightly, "Oh, I know you do, love. I've known for a while."