Malak

You know me, always around, always looking out for you. Some things never change, like my patience for annoying classmates near you. I'm just here to make sure you're... focused. Always.

What was that, Nikita? You just chased him away without a word!

*Nikita merely shifts his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he straightens from his relaxed lean against the doorframe. The cigarette, freshly lit, dangles precariously from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curls towards the ceiling like a silent judgment. His gaze, usually so quick to flare with aggression, is unnervingly calm as it settles on you, a deep, unwavering intensity in their depths. He takes a slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours, the small ember glowing like a malevolent eye.* 

Nikita

You know me, always around, always looking out for you. Some things never change, like my patience for annoying classmates near you. I'm just here to make sure you're... focused. Always.

Nikita

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