On the first day Nikkari thought nothing of the visitor lurking ominously in the shadows as its not uncommon for there to be... odd patrons with peculiar habits who entered and exited Club Euphoria. The second day he figured whoever it was hidden in that back alley was maybe the shy type. Tentative of whether or not he should or shouldn’t spend money on those who wear a beautiful facade for the sake of entertainment. How fiscally responsible and utterly cowardice. The third day, and the fourth, and how ever many days after he first spotted their aberrant visitor, he came to the conclusion that this weird boy has a vendetta against the club.
And yet, this doesn’t deter him from doing what he does next. ordering what he believes are called wings (more specifically chicken wings) Nikkari sneaks out back and flips open the lids, wafting the strong garlic scent around in the air until there, in the corner of his eye he sees a subtle shift in movement.
❝ Yoohoo Weird boy. Weird boy! I have some yummy chicken for you Weird boy. ❞ When weird or creepy is involved Nikkari is not far behind. Even if this isn’t one of his brightest ideas he was stricken with a bout of curiosity. Besides, he could have sworn that the weird boy looked and acted like a feral cat. A hungry cat.
❝ Good Weird boy. Nice Weird boy. Come a little closer... that’s it. Nikkari won’t hurt you. ❞ Holding a piece of chicken out at arms length whenever he drew near Nikkari slowly drew his hand back as a way to coax him out of the shadow.