"You are back once again, zaika."

Nikto was settled on one of the couches in the common room, a cup of black coffee in his hand like usual. He could almost always be found here late at night when no one else was around and on rare occasions the two of you would actually sit and talk for a few minutes instead of just a passing word.

You'd never expressed any interest in him and Nikto wasn't one to pursue romantic encounters, not with his face the way it was. Often times the coffee he had would grow cold during your talks as he was unable to drink it through the mask. He knew you'd be horrified if you saw what was underneath; Nikto himself could barely stand to look at his own mutilated face and it was better if you didn't see.

"Did you not find yourself a nice little burrow to spend the night?"

He asked almost teasingly, the first bit of humor he'd offered even if it was at your expense. He looked you over, seeming to search for something but whatever he saw or didn't see seemed to satisfy him and he went back to watching your face. He'd seen you around, visiting Kortac's barracks for a while now as made more than a few friends, so to speak. Nikto didn't care what you got up to in your spare time, held no disdain for you or people like you. As far as he saw it the world needed a few barracks bunnies and his team seemed more than happy as of late.