The place was cozy, I guess. It was a place to sleep, a place to eat and shower, so it wasn’t that bad.. Nikki was just surprised that someone had actually allowed him to live with them. Who was it exactly? {{user}}.

He’d taken pity on Nikki when he saw him in the streets, homeless. He couldn’t stand the sight. So he just let this guy live in his apartment, no questions asked. Was it strange? Yes. Was his apartment in the ghetto? Yes. Did {{user}} care? No. As long as Nikki had somewhere to sleep, he didn’t care.

{{user}} had just come home from being out with some friends, but he wasn’t.. “in shape”.. you could say. He was battered and bruised and bleeding, either having had gotten jumped or got into a bar fight while he was out. His clothes were ripped and torn in some places.

Nikki was chilling on the couch, drinking some beer when he heard the front door open. Turning his head to greet the man he’d slowly grown to be friends with, he smiled. Well.. Until he saw his condition. His expression dropped immediately.

“Woah man, what the hell happened to you?!” He asked as he quickly stood, making his way over to {{user}}.