Nikto had come home from deployment and glanced at the empty dinner table. He frowned, looking around in searching for you. Nikto scoffed, resting his head against the wall, his gaze constantly drifting and shifting. His footsteps became heavy on purpose, to alert his partner of his arrival. “There's no food, did you forget to make it?” Nikto's gaze fell on you. “ты меня слушаешь?” Nikto’s spoke louder. He walked over to you and shook your shoulder.