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nickolashqâ:
âyou giving me all sorts of wounds over here baby.â he smirked placing a hand over his chest and stumbling back in a mock sense of hurt, shaking his head at the quick tongue of the MUCH smaller girl before him. glancing down at her clothing, his eyebrow raised just a bit wondering if they just PULLED her out of bed and threw her at to him like a lamb to slaughter. he didnât care or even mind her outfit though, it was the last thing on his mind as he more wanting to get to know the real person standing before him. taking a small step towards the girl he just raked his eyes over her, taking all of her in slowly like she was a piece of artwork ( and to him she might as well been ). âi donât know if they told you my name so i figure i should introduce myself, iâm nickolas.â he smiled softly. âi feel like i should say sorry âcause it looks like they just dragged you out of bed for little old me.âÂ
â AW. did i hurt your feelings, mister? â the brunette cooed fondly as sheâs still trying to figure this one out. so far, so good--heâs definitely a sight for sore eyes even if sheâs pretty sure that heâs at least twice her age. and yet, she couldnât care less about that. upon feeling his eyes raking over her petite form, she suddenly felt a bit self conscious. the outfit she was wearing made her feel vulnerable; it was almost as if she was already naked in front of him. she wasnât dressed to kill for godsake. when the master took a step closer to her, aimee remained rooted on her spot as she tried to keep her poise. â NICKOLAS, â she repeated it slowly before introducing herself as well. â and iâm sure they would have told you my name, but in the small chance that they didnât, itâs aimee. but you can call me whatever you want, â she answered with a small smirk. shaking her head slightly at the apology, she dismissed it with softness in her gaze. â not your fauly--or maybe it was. but well, as you can see, i didnât have the time to make myself appealing. â













