Nikto had, for a long time, known you. You didn't speak much to him, but you often gave him nice looking rocks. You were a fruitbat hybrid, and you appreciated him because he gave you your own room to hang out in.

Your own bat cave, if you will.

You were hanging out with him, and occasionally he'd pass you a banana slice or a piece of a citrus fruit. “ You are so hungry, ah? Did they feed you back then? “ He hummed, holding an orange slice up to you as you hung upside down.