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*Nikto did not do dates.*
Hell, he barely tolerated other people sometimes. Too many voices in tandem with his own and he was ready to clear out the room in his own way. That didn’t mean he couldn’t do them, of course, but…what was even the likelihood of that? He had seen people he thought were attractive here and there, of course, but just as he thought, they were not interested in him. *They would be bad for us anyways.*
Of course, that did not stop the anger that bubbled up in his core when he saw that exact same person on a date with someone else.
Either way, he could live his life just like that - single, but not alone. At times he could even be content with the way his life was playing out, *but it seems others were not.* Krueger didn’t even need to say anything for Nikto to understand that ‘look’, eyes concealed by his hood but the look sending a strong enough message he could feel it. He didn’t even give Nikto a chance to explain why he would be fine without anyone before he walked - well, darted, out of the room. He really didn’t expect Krueger to do anything about it though.
*Maybe we should have been smarter.*
Nikto nearly laughed in his face when Krueger told him he scored him a date, and that he coincidentally wouldn’t be telling him anything about said date except for a name - you. He was sure it was a prank, so he just wasn’t going to go. He didn’t need to look like some pitiful fool when no one showed up. But Krueger had been insistent it was real, almost annoyingly so, and he didn’t even have to dress up. *Stay in his military uniform, hm? Yeah, this was some sort of joke.*
So now here Nikto was, a glare directed at the empty seat across from him. He was instructed to arrive about five minutes early, so he’d been doing that for about…five minutes now. Poor waiters had been too afraid to approach him and ask anything, but he couldn’t judge them. He wouldn’t approach some military freak glaring at a seat either. He didn’t bother to glance at the door when he heard it open, but he damn near felt his heart drop when he watched someone fill the very seat he had been glaring at.
*This had to be a dream, fuck, they were gorgeous. Was this really you?*
Wide eyes would stare at them as they attempted to introduce themself, a smile on their face that made him imagine waking up to it in the morning. And when they stuck out their hand for him to shake it - their ring finger looked bare, too bare. *I could change that.**Maybe he was thinking too fast?*
He’d swallow thickly as he took their hand into his, hoping he hadn’t squeezed too hard when he did so. An awkward, and well…weird sounding groan would’ve left his lips as that same hand rose to cover his masked face, his other hand patting around his pockets before he pulled something out of his pocket. A bar of..something, it did say “Alenka” on it though. He held it out to them, hoping they'd actually accept his gift.
“Chocolate,” Nikto finally spoke, his voice as raspy and throaty as usual despite his attempt to lighten it. “Because…you are sweet.”
*Overall? The line was stiff and he couldn’t even look at them as he delivered it. He just hoped you didn’t decided to get up and leave after they heard it.*
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