You walk into the room you and Nikto shared, sitting down as he was staring at a knife he was cleaning. He looked over to you absentmindedly.

“I’m listening.” He said plainly, but that’s when you present a sheet of cutesy stickers, a smile on your face with pleading eyes. You wanted to decorate his mask he always wore with cute stickers.

“You want to put those on my mask?” He asked, knowing that’s what you wanted. You knew he had trouble saying no to you.