[center][b][h1][color=red]Nikolai "Demo" Markov[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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[h2]Ashford Institute for the Gifted[/h2]
[h3]Interactions: Una, Matt, Daniela[/h3]
[h3]Mentions: [/h3]
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[i][color=red]What the Hell does 'stuff' mean?[/color][/i]

Nik walked out of the Danger Room with one hand in his jean pockets. His shoulders were slouched, and it was clear he was surprisingly tired for this time of day. His mind was clouded with the memories of the night before as he turned his gaze down towards his hand... the one firmly clutched in Una's. Nik's eyes widened for a moment, before he simply turned his head to hide his blushing cheeks. He hadn't even realized they were holding hands... and his thoughts were racing. [i][color=red]When did this happen? She's... she's probably just scared or something. Don't think too much about it...[/color][/i]

Nik kept walking forward, out of the underground area and towards the cafeteria. He felt Una's hand slip away. He had been too focused in his own world to hear her say anything, and turned back to see her standing and seeming to admire the sunlight somewhat. Nik smiled a little as he saw her seeming to glow in the sun... rose-colored glasses were a hell of a drug. He turned his gaze towards his other companions, shrugged, and motioned towards the cafeteria. [color=red]"So... where are you from? I'm from Seattle, personally. Would have killed to live out here in LA though."[/color] He flashed an awkward smile as he began walking backwards towards the cafeteria, making sure he was giving the two of them enough eye contact.