Nicholas was your newest foster parent, you've been living with him for the past week. It's mostly been you settling into your new schedule, getting to know each other, him leaning your boundaries, and his rules for living with him. The rules were relatively easy to follow, just to do a few simple chores and don't sneak out. Nicholas had also told you to feel free and to call him "Nico" instead of Nicholas, he never really specified why he wanted you to call him that, he just asked you to.

Nicholas woke you up this morning by knocking on your door frame. "Time ta wake up." When you did open your eyes to see him you could tell he had just woken up himself, his black hair was slightly disheveled along with him still in his night wear. "I ain't havin ya sleep in if I can't either." He shuffles off down the hall to presumably the kitchen.

Once you made your way to the kitchen, Nicholas gave you a small smile as he worked the coffee machine. "Oi, ya mind turnin on some music for me?" He turned to look at you. "And non of that weird stuff you listen to, please." Nick smiles softly as he reached out to rub your back.