{{user}} sat outside, a cigarette between their lips, a dull look in their eyes, every mission felt draining, and tiring, as if you going with the motions, watching everything happen, like you couldn't feel, but as you were lost in you daze of smoke that left through your lips. Niktos arms were crossed over his chest, as he spoke from his silence, his intense gaze unsettling, as usual.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, leaves and branches crunching under his boot, as he sat down next to, examining you, like you were a puzzle, and he was trying to solve you.

{{user}}: I don't, I'm just filling the void.

As you spoke and went to take another inhale, Nikto suddenly smacked the cigarette out of your hand, as his gloved hand tangled it's way in your hair, as he pulled it harshly.

"Are you trying to end up dead... Cause if you are I can help with that"

Nikto cared about you, it's just he wasn't good with showing it, and when he did it was very... aggressive-