Sunday has seen Nikki make a myriad of different facial expressions over the years.
He is, unfortunately, well acquainted with her looks of annoyance and agitation— expressions that were almost constantly plastered to her face during Sunday's time as the head of the Oak Family. These days, he's grown more accustomed to... much softer visages. Mild exasperation. The occasional wry smile. And—
Sunday calls her name like a gentle song.
Her eyes linger on the cherry blossom trees around them, mesmerized by the petals drifting down. To Sunday's knowledge, they are not native to her home planet, so he supposes it's only natural for her to be so transfixed. While it is endearing to watch her gaze in wonder at the flowers, it is still rather rude of her to ignore him.
She is as impudent as she always has been.
The only difference is that he's grown fond if it now.
He chuckles softly as he calls out to her once more, "Nikki, if you could look this way for just one moment..."
She finally turns her head toward him, "What—"
The words dissipate in the spring air and Nikki's eyes grow wide, completely and utterly stunned.
This expression, this awestruck confusion, Sunday has found, is one of favorites.
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