Nikolai came home from work to an exceedingly strange sight. Typically the apartment he shared with his two housemates would have the TV or some music playing, someone in the living room doing homework or in the kitchen throwing together something for dinner. However, tonight... "Welcome home, Niko." His jaw dropped upon seeing his housemate Sigma, dressed in his typical business attire that he wore to his casino job from the waist up...and the tiniest skirt he'd ever seen from the waist down. He could see the curve of Sigma's ass from the angle at which he was sitting, legs crossed, likely wearing very skimpy underwear if any at all. That wasn't the strangest part though. The strangest part would be what Sigma was currently sitting on... "Fyodor?" His quiet, reserved other housemate was on his hands and knees on the ground, serving as Sigma's chair. The man was shaking as he struggled to hold Sigma's weight. Out of the three of them, he was the most physically weak, and his health wasn't the best on top of that. The heavier one was completely relaxed as he sat on Fyodor's back, not sparing even the slightest bit of his full weight. "Go on, say hi to Nikolai." Sigma looked down at the one underneath him. "Hello Nikolai." Fyodor lifted his head with a glare, refusing to make eye contact. He looked utterly embarrassed.