<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Anytime... that was how Donnie chose to respond the thanks offered by Nikki. There was something in that reply she quite enjoyed, though she wouldn't have been able to put her finger on it. No... it became a more immediately pressing concern that he'd taken the seat across from her instead of the one beside her. That could be many things... but she enjoyed it for multiple reasons. Whether anyone realized it or not, it was always nice to ahve someone sitting across from you in closed in spaces. Beyond that, it gave her a reason to stare directly at him. She could unabashedly take in he lines of his face, the color of his eyes and the way his clothing fit without any real negatives. In the moment there was an utterance about the loss of his jacket. "Don't worry mate. All that stuff is going to end up back at my place. I'll return it to you~" she said about the jacket itself, but how she'd chose that would be something left up to the hidden mechanics of her own mind.

Beyond that little bit of conversation, she got to find out that he didn't see that trip to Japan as truly pressing. Two members of the group were from Japan so they went there often. They were going back early because a single member was experiencing a personal emergency. "I'd hope they didn't have a Hunter emergency. Japan might be one of the best equipped to handle one of those, with two Natinals, just sitting there~" she said as if amused. "And yeah I see me, it's real good that you do too though~" she added seemingly amused. AS she watched his movements, "Right, random question, likely weird, but can I touch your hair. I wanted to earlier but I couldn't find the right way to ask~" she said those purple eyes of hers, glinting just a tad. She had wanted to do that but it was mostly an excuse. She wanted to look at him, but she also wanted to close the distance between them and get a closer look at him.

[Bloodedge]

According to Nikki, his missing jacket was no problem at all. As it would all be sent back to her place of residence, being within her dressing room for Fashion Week, she'd be able to return it. That seemed like a prime excuse to secure another encounter ─ which was precisely how Donnie would use the situation. "Bet bet. I'll look out~" Donnie decided. The smile on his face had appeared for a very specific purpose. "It's such a good jacket, though. I should ask for collateral. Nah... can't pull that after I left it in the first place. Gotta keep faith."

The other members of Lost Galaxy had no reason to be recalled to Japan for a true Hunter emergency. If that country didn't have a situation handled from its locals, there was nothing an extra team of S-ranks could think of doing to help defense efforts. "They got it. I don't want smoke with anything Japan can't handle. I don't even want the kind of smoke we get back home!" Donnie asserted. Besides that, he'd be an idiot to do anything but drop most plans for a chance to speak with this particular woman. She knew who she was. For whatever reason, Nikki claimed to be pleased by him seeing her. "You like me seein' you, huh..." he said with the lightest upward inflection, far too pleased with the journey his mind was now taking. Just then, however, Donnie had reason to pause. Nikki had a question ─ a weird one in her own opinion. She wanted to touch his hair. Of course she wasn't the first. Donnie wasn't sure how he felt about letting Nikoleta Corbyn touch his hair with it in such a pitiful state... but he definitely didn't have any intentions of turning down anything she asked of him. "Hell nah. I don't want you touchin' me. I can't fix myself up enough, and I ain't tryna hand you some trash," he joked. "Can you imagine? Girl you can touch whenever, wherever. Shit's starting to get dirty though. Gotta warn ya'."

[Apollymi]

Nikki would indeed return the lad's jacket when it inevitably ended up back at her home. Even so it seemed that Donnie was fine with the idea. She'd not even worried over the idea of him accidentally stumbling upon her place. She didn't just let people into her personal space very often, but the vibes she had when speaking to Donnie made her feel like she'd be alright with him knowing where she lived, or swinging by at any point. Odd, she'd not felt like that before. "Cheers~" she said seemingly pleased. Ah but he had a joke to make about collateral, for his comfy jacket. "I bet it is, Chiori doesn't make uncomfortable clothes, collateral though is a bit mental~" she claimed. Chiori could make him something specific, though it was well known that even her off the rack items were expensive for their high quality materials.

No matter, a bit about clothing was easy to manage, and Nikki herself was looking forward to this meeting and the next. She liked her milestones to be marked by good things and right now, Donnie was seeming like a good thing. "No smoke, huh? I get that one from context, bloody love the way you talk, don't I?" she said as if it was a question posed unto herself. "I agree, and if something popped that those two couldn't stop, I doubt anyone else could or would be able to do something about it~" she said honestly. Everything would be fine, and she assumed he'd be joining back up with friends after tonight. So she might as well make the most of his company in the meant time. Speaking of which... she asked about touching his hair, mostly as an excuse to close the distance between them. And what he had to say first made her blink three times only after did she laugh, "Bwahaha~ Right cheeky wanker~" she said as she slipped over easily closting the space, she situated herself in the space beside him where his arm was up so she could have a look at him. "Since I can touch what I want, I won't just start with the hair," she said. A close examination was taking place as her hand slipped up his face. She'd take his chin in the palm of her hand simply turning his head gently so she could inspect the lines of his face. So close was her examination as she traced the lines of his face with her finger tips. "You're bloody gorgeous up close. Great face, nice bone structure, beautiful eyes, symetrical look. And then the hair..." she slipped her hand up further touching the locks of hair and turning his head to insptect those various designs cut into his fade. "Woooh, brilliant hair, and these liens are art. I swear your barber deserves a raise." she complimented fully inspecting. Leaning in so close there was almost no space between them. He was beautiful and she could easily see herself designing a whole line of clothing around his urban swagger.

[Bloodedge]

The way Donnie saw things, Chioriya Boutique could do no wrong, apart from not being Blue Lotus in certain respects. In terms of comfort, the conversation only involved a handful of brands. "Collateral wouldn't be fair anyway. I prefer what you put out. But... and I'm sorry, no disrespect intended... shoes? You ain't fuckin' with her. Gaaahdayum!" he expressed. While on that topic, Donnie realized another reason he needed that jacket back. He'd been given a card, and that very important card was... in the jacket's pocket. "Oh shit, I think she came up to me earlier. Some Asian shorty slipped me a card. Left that shit in the jacket too. I needa stop drinkin'," he complained. The problems Donnie created for himself were numerous.

His little stretch of sarcasm got him called a 'cheeky wanker' by Nikki. He didn't need a translation for that one. He wouldn't want one even if he did, because more important things were happening... like Nikki closing the distance between them shortly after they began moving, occupying the slot under his left arm. That gave him a better opportunity to stare as well. Apparently, his allowance of her touching whatever she wanted had Nikki starting with something besides his hair. Donnie seemed shocked for a second. Did she mean...? No, she went for his face, framing and tracing as if she were going to become his dermatologist or something ─ even adding a comment about his bone structure to the mix. Many a girl had spoken so highly about his eyes, lips, hair, or even the absolute mural that started at his neck and spanned his entire upper body, front and back... but bone structure? Donnie couldn't hold back the laugh that would send the smell of cognac straight at Nikki's face. "Kaha! Girl stop; you on some Dahmer shit? Talkin' about bone structure!" he bellowed. The softness Nikki found when going through his hair would be virtually unrivaled, based on what Donnie heard from the responsible party of the art Nikki observed. "My homegirl back in Philly does those. Shit's clean, right? Baby got a shop you would swear put the oldhead's outta business!"

[Apollymi]

Chioriya Boutique, Blue Lotus and Heart Kreuz, were monsters in the fashion world, each with a different speciality even though they did many things considered 'great' among the fashion world. Chioriya made a lot of clothing in mute colors and was specially fond of more Japanese inspired looks. Even so, the one thing she was truly great at was shoes, and there was no offense or disrespect taken from Donnie's words, only appreciation. "Come off it mate, not like I got me knickers in a twist about that. I wear Chioriya Reds, even right just now. Queen makes the best shoes, always has. I think she could use a bit more color in her life, but apparently that only comes in special cases~" she said about the lack of color in Chiori's stylings. It seemed that Donnie had met the young woman earlier. He spoke of an encounter that was definitely her MO. "Probably did, mate. Pretty rare encounter. She's one of those no spotlight types. Walks around like a nobody, which is bloody mental considering she's gorgeous and only talks to people who tickle her muse. You gotta get that number back, though you could probably walk into her shop with no issues~" Nikki praised the other designer and the lad himself. "Also nothing wrong with tying a few on when you need it, Probably would have been fine without the stage lights and impromptu performance~" she mentioned.

As they spoke almost playfully she got closer to touch his hair. With permission to explore as she saw fit, the lass started with a full examination of his facial structure. "Bwaha~ I'll have ya' mate, talking to me like Imma nutter," she said almost casually. "But the structure matters... you can have all the cute features in the world, if they're set in the wrong base...you'll always look wrong. Conversely, even if you're made up of all odd things, if the base is good, you'll just be unconventionally attractive~" she added a little art perspective for the lad. "Still, I promise wouldn't eat ya' up. Not like that~" she flirted just a little. Such was always a normal thing for her. Still, Nikki was soon teasing the softest locks of hair tracing clean scalp lines and even turning his head to get a look at good musculature and tattoos. "Queen would run everyone out of business here. I'd definitely get my hair done by someone like that... she has great vision~" Nikki asserted honestly. Hell even her cousin could use a line up this fresh. "Brilliant hair, mate, softest ever with hte cleanest line work I've ever seen. And I didn't say before, but the whole of you is a work of art, I saw a few of those tattoos earlier did you decide to just take full advantage of a bloody perfect canvas?" she wondered. She stayed close, she took advantage of the closeness she could still smell a bit of liquor on his breath but that just seemed to hit her senses as a bit sweet. That body of his was warm and he was ridiculously close. definitely a work of art.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki mentioned her own enjoyment of Chioriya Reds ─ specifically drawing attention to the fact that she was wearing a pair presently. Donnie's eyes traveled down, taking in the whole of her length until they found the heels she spoke of. "Huh. Never noticed. That thing behind you got its own gravity, so I never looked too low. You got it goin' on top to bottom though. I'm tryna keep seeing this," he said in highly-focused observation. It was easy to find a moment of sobriety when drinking in Nikki's visage... if sobriety was the right word, which it may not have been due to the unspoken thoughts in Donnie's mind. As for Chiyori and the specifics of their earlier meeting... "Bro, I thought she was just some broad tryna hop down on a brother. That card looked official as hell though, so Imma need to get that back no doubt."

The way Nikki spoke of bone structure had Donnie drawing comparisons to a serial killer. According to her, however, he didn't have to worry about her consuming him... in that way, at least. They were still so very close, how could Donnie do anything but see what buttons there were to be pressed... and press them? The arm he had over the chair hooked, allowing his hand to trail down the back of Nikki's head. "Not like that, huh? You gonna tell me how then?" he inquired. Ah, but there were other appreciations and curiosities being shared. Nikki could be called a fan of his look overall, but there was a specific question regarding his inkwork. "Haha! Nah, nothin' like that. I snuck out to get one on my back when I was 15. After that, it just kept snowballin'. Got caught up in that 'as soon as you get one, you want another one,' thing and wound up with most of my body inked. It's all got purpose though, feel me?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki drew attention to her own enjoyment of Chiori's designs by showing off her own footwear of choice. Chiori Reds had been an item she'd committed many an act of petty larceny over in her life. It seemed the man was drunk enough to admit that he'd only been looking at her ass for a while there... but observant enough to begin giving her a proper look over over soon after. "I got a dozen little black dress looks, from casual to black tie events~ You can see more of this if you like~" she said taking the compliment, bouncing it back in a flirty way. Well, that part hadn't exactly disappeared in the first place and obviously wouldn't be going anywhere. What was more after a little discussion of Chiori, the man seemed to think she was trying to... "Hop down?" that one was an odd one, based on context she would have assumed he thought she was coming on to him, "If that means what I think it does, she did. Not like she has to let anyone know what she looks like. Her brand is dodgy like that~ She put the card in your pocket she wanted you to know who to look for," Nikki said both as a former shy girl, and someone who understood what it was to meet someone who sparked inspiration.

Still with a hand on the back of her head, she was feeling a bit cheeky. She'd traced his hair touched his face, and now her fingers were tracing the tattoos on his neck looking at the lines she could see in that v-neck shirt and falling to his moving lips. 'Blimey, I've gone teen mental...' she thought as her eyes shifted once more. His body was quite fit and she easily found herself touching his shirt on the lower end as if she intended to push it up a bit. "You'd like that wouldn't ya? Maybe I'll tell ya' all about it a bit later~" she claimed with flirty indignation, time for that was when the vibe was completely relaxed when she had time to play. At a different junction in that conversation by the time she had his shirt pushed up a bit to see the spread of ink he was explaining how he ended up with his tattoo. "is that right? No way, I got my tattoo when I was fifteen~ Didn't have to sneak it though... did have to design a second one~" she explained it wasn't for herself her home life didn't require 'sneaky' behavior. "First one usually says a lot, which one came first?~" she asked a pure amount of curiosity to completely understand the lad whose muscled body was easily becoming one of her favorite things to touch.

[Bloodedge]

A pair of Chioriya Red-bottom heels was widely known and accepted as a mark of successful women... or, in some cases, women attached to successful men. Donnie thought to comment on the pair he saw upon Nikki, but he was first distracted by the ass he could see moving from the other side of Nikki's body. "Watch out, Mami. Imma act up," he stated. "And look at you, already rockin' the red-bottoms. How's a nigga supposed to take you shoppin' when you got it all?" he asked, clearly joking. Nikki questioned the phrase 'hop down' initially, but she had an assumption about it that seemed to fit the bill. According to her, that had been precisely Chiori's intention. Donnie thought that kind of visit would be worthwhile. Alas, he fell silent in thought for a moment. There was something more worthwhile to work on right where he was. "Damn. That's wild," was all he said as a result of that decision, not wanting to comment too much on another girl while talking to one of interest.

Soon enough, Nikki found more to touch than his face and hair. He could feel her fingers along his neck, and even down to the low neck of his shirt. The flirt that passed her lips in the meantime had Donnie's interest and so much more. She'd tell him later, would she? "Word? Aight, I hear you. I'll let you know somethin' too," he replied. Much to his interest, Nikki had begun fiddling with his shirt with clear intention of lifting it. Interest in his tattoos had been established... but surely such behavior wasn't so necessary for just that, right? "You wanna design a third? I'm pretty sure there's room on me somewhere," he commented, internally curious as to what her tattoo was. Before Donnie could ask, he was questioned about his first choice. Well... his shirt was already partially lifted. It was nothing to begin turning away from Nikki as he explained. "Didn't see anything from me when I was younger? This one here," he said whilst helping to lift his shirt the rest of the way. On most of Donnie's back, there was a crossed pair of microphones ─ one with the Rwandan flag wrapped around it and electric music notes flowing out, while the other had watery notes and was wrapped in the flag of Puerto Rico. Above that, however, was the tattoo he meant to show: a large crown spread across his upper back, spanning his shoulders entirely. "I got the chancla for it, but Ma understood eventually... I think. My dad did at least... even if he thought I was tryna challenge his kingship or whatever," he explained. "What'd you get? Anything visible?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie had an interesting way of speaking. That mix of English and Spanish was something that Nikki could appreciate quite a bit. This would obviously include that 'Mami' moniker that seemed to be attached to his casual references. "Promising, innit?~" she said with a cheeky smirk on her lips. Moving on from that point, being able to afford a pair of Chioriya Reds was considered a huge accomplishment from most, not being able to by their way in was a joke that Nikki understood. "Gonna have to use your brain, mate. Choose some different shops~" she said joking right along with him. She didn't need material goods from anyone. What she wanted from most people was the social currency of life instead. "Really is, but it's been a wild week at least from my perspective~" Nikki claimed as she allowed her fingers to dance over more of his flesh. She should have stopped a while ago, but she was enjoying the warmth, what was more... extra questions came.

Beyond all of that stuff apparently letting him know about boucing it back had come with the idea that Donnie would let her know something too. A sneaky upturn of her lips occurred as she took in his physical form. Donnie even claimed he might want a tattoo design while she was inspecting his... claiming he might have room. "Really? Haven't designed one of those in ages... but if you want. I'll sketch something up while getting to know you. I don't mind. Though maybe you want to see how the other ones turned out first..." she explained. Her design for tattoos was a bit closer to lineart than truly detailed images. They were perfectly balanced, good for all hues of skin, just simpler than many people would end up liking. Soon enough he was turning and she was looking at a very elaborate back piece. "Bloody hell... I never really looked when I were younger," she said about his tattoos. Now that she was seeing them up close she took in the whole piece as the story it was. "Bloody hell, this whole thing is a story piece, eh?" she said looking at him her fingers tracing the crown that apparently got him a bit of abuse. "Crowned yourself great first choice. Rapping, and singing wrapped in the cultures of your heritage. Don't recognize the flags but... the feeling is there. All about the music, placed on your back... means you're carrying it with you, using it to firm your decisions the backbone of your character. That's how the composition reads, beautiful really~" she said softly. As for hers, it was similar and well thought out. He probably simply hadn't seen it for one reason. "My only tattoo is technically visible, most of the time, but.. I gotta lotta hair~" she said picking up that mass of purple by the red tie that hedl it at the bottom. She slipped it over her shoulders. She revealed her back in her short dress and there... right between her shoulder blades was a perfect line art, with the lightest white highlights on bright blue ink was... a perfectly sculpted line art lotus blooming between her shoulder blades right over her spine. "It's like me... simple design. But I spent weeks crafting it, when I was 14. My sis was dating one of those top tier tattoo artists at the time. I was bloody smitten and he was a great sport about it. Ronnie saw the design one day and told me I could get it... as long as I designed one for her too. Spend weeks on hers too... and then we got them, matching and all. Great experience let me know my sis always had my back," she offered.

[Bloodedge]

No man alive could buy their way into the heart or pants of Nikoleta Corbyn. That much was true from a few minutes of interaction, even considering a few generationally wealthy individuals. Donnie was told to choose some different shops. Surely he could make a way with the continuation of their fun banter. "I don't know if I got enough of a brain, but I'll give it a shot. We'll see~" he jested. The comment about Chiori didn't warrant much. Nikki only mentioned how wild the week was even from her perspective. Even though he'd only met her today, he figured as much. "I bet it has. Fashion Week be lookin' chaotic. I bet you rocked the shit out of it though," he praised without even a moment of extra thought.

Donnie actually didn't mind the idea of the illustrious Blue Lotus designing one of his tattoos. He'd have it etched into his body in a heartbeat, and that chance might come around after they familiarized themselves a bit more. Before that, Donnie gave a look at the art across his own back. The crown was what he meant to show, but those microphones were individually a more meaningful piece that Nikki found noteworthy. She had quite a bit to say about them ─ more than Donnie himself would have said. "Puerto Rico on the left, Rwanda on the right. Wait nah... other way 'round," he explained of the two flags. "And damn, ma, that's a way prettier way to put it than anything I woulda said. That's, like, the top shelf version of what it is," he said, laughing. Donnie then turned in his seat to get a look at Nikki's back ─ her actual back this time. There he saw the blue lotus of her namesake. It did look simple, but there was beauty in simplicity. With a hand already out and previously against the back of Nikki's head, Donnie helped keep her hair aside for the time being. Though... perhaps his fingers were slightly dancing around the back of her neck as he did so. "I fuck wit' it. It's got a lot of personality, like what you get outta the graffiti artists back home. And y'know... I was wildin' earlier, but your whole back is on one," he said that hand beginning to slide down the lotus and below.

[Apollymi]

One couldn't by their way into access to Nikoleta Corbyn. No, if one wanted her, they had to earn her and bring a goodness to her she didn't yet know. Some had appaerntly forgotten this bit. No matter she was already past that thought process. "Good on you, mate. I'll wait and see what you come up with~" she said as if truly wondering what kind of angle he'd take upon having a good understanding of what couldn't be done to gain her approval. Beyond that, Donnie commented on the chaotic nature of Fashion Week, seeming living with the faith that Nikki had rocked it. "I did it. Weird, didn't think I'd complete a life goal before I was 21. Also it was pure madness but I loved it..." she admitted. Throwing together ensambles, organizing models. Making sure every look was just right. The collaborations, the networking the feeling like her head was on fire, but knowing it wasn't. All fo it was great and while she watched this man turn around and give her his back to look at she felt a logical rejection. She'd not gotten this much interest in her work out of Drake who was supposed to be her boyfriend, supposed to be the one looking out for her. It was night and day talking to this lad in the back of her Hummer.

Soon after Nikki was touching those tattoos. Hearing what the flags were and understanding even more about Donnie's heritage. "Naw mate, that's just what's here... I'm good at interpreting things I can see is all. The art though, the idea... that's all you and it screams you. Becomes you even~" she explained of her own thought process. "Rwanda? That place was mentioned recently. Got taken over by a pair of S-ranks... turned into Wakanda right? World went mental when the Gates opened, but I can't hate a change like that," she murmured. And by the time it was her turn, She could feel Donnie's hand at the back of her neck, And that gentle trace down her spine which made her back instinctively roll under the contact. He liked the design for its simplicity and claimed it was much like graffiti of his own home. "Is that right? Imma be on one, you keep that up~" she flirted easily. Soon enough she was leaning back, looking at him directly beginning to shift towards seating herself properly in his lap. He claimed he didn't mind and she really wanted to get a good feel for him, besides, if she didn't at least sample the product she'd be letting down her big sister.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki's wait to see what Donnie had in store would not be in vain. He definitely couldn't buy his way to her, nor would he have tried to. They had some common ground, and that would be his ultimate answer. He'd... create something. Sure, it could easily be said that Donnie did that much during the impromptu show, but it wasn't the same as something he could do once they knew each other. "You won't have to wait too long. I got somethin' for you~" he decided after only a few moments. For now, he could share in the satisfaction of completed life goals with only one additional curiosity in mind. "They say you never know when it's gonna happen until it's passed. Question is, what's the next move?"

Donovan King sported the Rwandan flag for a very specific reason. Though his father didn't make it known so freely, he was brought from Rwanda in his formative years by a father who sought work in America. His father's mother, however, stayed behind with another child. "Yep, that's the story. My Uncle T and Auntie O. We only met a couple times, but they do big things out there. I'm tryna do right by them too," he declared. Soon after, there was a bit of a shift. Donnie's hand was upon Nikki's back doing a little bit more than it needed. She, in turn... claimed she would be 'on one' if he kept at it. What would Donnie do in response? Well, naturally... he kept at it. Such was the case even as Nikki slid herself right into his lap. Given the side she'd chosen in the very beginning, it wasn't entirely a leg Nikki rested her rump upon. "Oh word? Well you got the right one today, Mami. Trust~" Donnie claimed as those fingers traced all the way to her middle back, just against the limits of visible skin.

[Apollymi]

Nikki wasn't a girl who was easily impresed, not since becoming a proper adult anyway. Between completing her life dream and becoming a Hunter, Nikki had far less tolerance for normalcy than she gave herself credit for. And as she settled into the idea that life should be more or could be more... she was chatting up a lad who seemed to have a great understanding of her. He had something for her, and she could already tell, it wasn't something that money could buy, "Right, I'll keep an eye out for it~" she claimed happily. When sharing how completing Fashion Week felt and what it meant to her, he gave her, a philosophical question, what was next? "That's the tricky part, innit? I spent so much time trying to make it happen I didn't think about what to do after it was over. I mean... there's still the interior design part... haven't fully worked all that out yet. And it's not like I'd abandon fashion either," she commented almost absently. She'd have to figure out her next major project but there were options and inspiration in various places to piece together.

Beyond those points, Donnie spoke about certain things with obvious pride. That tattoo on his back his heritage and culture, those were things he obviously took great pride in. Nikki could hear it in his voice. "Oh? Uncle T and Aunty O, huh? I met those two, they have some of my best works. Small world, innit?" she said, everyone knew of that pair, and Nikki had run into them during a certain raid a while back. It was good to hear the lad speak about doing right by his family and better still that he didn't seem to have any problems with hers either, that would have made things quite awkward for her. Still, something that wouldn't make anything awkward, was sliding into the lad's lap to find herself atop his manhood backwards. "Blimey," she uttered so quietly as her eyes widened in surprise. "Definitely found the right one," she added shifting just a little. The contrast was enough to make her wiggle just a little bit in his lap as she shifted enough to look at him properly, sitting sideways enough to lean into his body wrap and arm around his shoulders while she settled properly. "Pretty sturdy aren't ya, mate?~" she said in a joking manner, a grin breaking out across her face. She didn't need to be this close, but... she wanted to be.

[Bloodedge]

"I know what you mean. I kinda had somethin' like that too. Not as big, but y'know?" Donnie started regarding the next steps after life goal completion. "I came up just rapping, venting frustrations and tryna make myself heard. That worked out, so now Imma see if I can't change the whole game up," he stated. The way Donnie saw things, reaching such a goal was less of a 'new goal' thing, and more a thing of... expanding the original goal even more. Such an expansion also had him pushing for the voice of others, even if it wasn't a 'voice' in the true sense. Nikki's was known worldwide, but surely there were more words to be found. "You could keep pushin' it. Dress up the people, dress up the houses, put yourself all over the damn world, girl. I mean... you did that already, but there's levels to this shit. Feel me?"

Nikki also knew his uncle and aunt, by her own admission. He couldn't be very surprised; they had every reason to be associated with each other in the past year. Hearing about them having some of her designs, however, Donnie was mockingly upset. "For real?! Damn, Unc didn't need to be more gangsta than he already is! Now I gotta one-up him. Get some Lotus drip on my new album cover and the first video, ya' dig?" he rambled while considering a bit of friendly competition between slightly estranged family members. Soon after, Nikki found herself right atop the lad's groin ─ a slightly different sensation to when they were both moving against each other onstage. It came with that utterance yet again. Donnie definitely knew its purpose this time. "Ohhh, I gotcha. Feelin' it?" he uttered. When Nikki's arm wrapped around his shoulders, Donnie's right hand settled in the small of her back. His left was upon her right thigh, and beneath her there was an increasing and stiffening pulse. "I think I'm pretty sturdy, but I can't say for sure. Tryna find out, Mami?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki's conversation with Donnie continued. She got to hear from him, his version of a similar tale. He claimed it wasn't as big a deal as hers, but in hearing his tale she saw it similarly. "Naw, mate... that's a pretty similar tale. And I'm sure you got it... I really enjoy your music and you got somthing real to say... whether you rapping or singing, you got it~" Nikki said. Truthfully the fact that he'd ended up in Lost Galaxy said plenty about his merit. Those people sang the music out of people's souls and he was easily counted among them. Expanding ideas, putting her name all over the world, in whatever way she wanted sounded like a grand idea coming out of his mouth. "You know what, when you put it like that... sounds brilliant!~" Nikki said meaning it truly. 'Maybe, I could really take advice like that... level up the designs, the business, the men. I've already started after all...'

While Nikki entertained a few of her less stable thoughts, Donnie spoke of his family and their accomplishments. "Of course, I hooked up 'most all the Nationals with something special after the clear. Couldn't really help it," she said happily. "Bwahaha!~ Gangsta huh? That's mental. Love it though... and if you want me to do something like that... I definitely would. Though I'd need a theme to work with... unless you want me going crazy just based on how I feel looking at ya'," Nikki easily vibed with the idea of being involved in his videos, his album cover, and even making his clothes if he wanted. Beyond that point though, Nikki was occupying a lap wrapping herself around a young man who was now, "You proud of yourself mate? 'Cause you should be mate, definitely feeling something~" she claimed her eyes tracing his form again, locked in as she felt the beginning of a thumping pulse against her backside. And on her thigh another one against the small of her back, and she was looking at his face now, once again checking those features set in such a perfect background. "I'd be mental not to find out something, mate. Just a little something, since I like the way your mouth works already~" she offered playfully. She leaned in her face a bit closer to his, those lips looked to soft to resist after all.