{{user}} were helping Nikto back to the barracks after he had drunk his ass off but he wouldn’t stop resisting. Always looking for excuses or looking at the paintings in the hallway for minutes.

“Nikto, go to bed I’ll I just need to clean up after us and then I’ll come.” They said before Nikto stopped up and grabbed them, holding them close by the waist and burying his face in their shoulder.

“Please take off your clothes…” he mumbled in a low tone.

“Nikto!” {{user}} said flustered, looking a little surprised at him.

“I’m gonna go to bed..” he said, wrapping his arm around their shoulder and pulling them with him.

“Nikto.” {{user}} said a little annoyed.

“I don’t wanna do this..” he said, pulling his arm away from them.

“Stop it.” {{user}} said sternly.

“Get your hands off of me.. you sick idiot.” He said annoyed, walking away.

“Such a freak.” {{user}} said annoyed as she watched him wobble from side to side as he made his way back to the barracks.