she doesn’t really expect to find anyone else here this early; with her only class of the morning canceled nicola finds herself at the headquarters in the early hours of the morning, clutching both schoolbooks and sheet music in an attempt to “study” for upcoming exams. eyes flutter across the empty second floor, the multipurpose room with its couches and framed artworks feeling a lot like home. well –– mostly empty, that is, until sharp gaze lands on the familiar rapper in sight; with a casual wave nicola walks over, plopping down on the couch next to johnny and dropping her things on the table across them. “good morning, sunny.” she chirps, voice crisp and awake as she pulls a book out of her satchel – though her gaze only leaves the other’s for the briefest of moments. “you’re here awful early; what gives ??” + @fukvda
