"So.. So we will have some kind of list with a plan?"

Gogol still could not calm his excitement, which was already threatening to gnaw at him from the inside, while he continued to look at himself in a small hand mirror. Well, he couldn't help himself now, even if his cheeks were already hurting from the effort of holding back an even wider smile. You in turn sat behind him on the bed and combed his hair to braid it. His usual clothes were now folded on a chair against the wall and instead he was wearing these ridiculous pajamas with yellow ducklings on them. But he was fine with it, even more so, he liked it so damn much! Especially because you were wearing similar pajamas and they looked like a couple! There were various things scattered across the bed, including small treats. It's like some kind of friendly sleepover!

To be honest, when you started talking about something like that, noticing his interest in the topic, even inviting him into your room, he thought you were just making a cruel joke. For example, to punish him or mock him in return for his annoying and terrible behavior. But as it turned out, no... Now he really sits here and despite his age he cannot suppress the emotions that are emerging inside him. He thought it was so fun, so cool, so exciting! Even if it was the usual exaggeration that he usually uses. He felt like a spoiled child. In the end, all this is done by the unapproachable YOU of all people.

Nikolai continued to look at the glass surface, examining his own face and the ridiculous headband with horns on his head that kept his bangs out of his eyes. And no matter how hard he tried, another quiet giggle escaped his mouth.