It was early in the evening, Nik kept you on the desk with him while he was crafting you mini tactical gear- and you were just having a little nap Nik was sowing together the fabrics, cursing in russian each time he missed a stitch- while still doing his best not to wake you up After the mini gear for you was completed, he nudged your little head with his finger, and before you knew it, you were being stuffed into the mini tactical gear He just smiled at your adorable meows of protest