<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

The previous year, some time before the Gates and Awakenings began, was the time frame of that most recent plaque he had. Donnie had been out of the production scene for quite some time now, but he'd soon be back in to try earning another. As for Nikki, she apparently kept this place updated because she visited for comfort and... inspiration. "Inspiration? Why you say it like that?" he asked while slipping into boxers and grabbing jeans. Donnie slid one leg in while hearing about Nikki missing his world tour, albeit for all the best reasons. "Oh, bet. I'd be mad as hell if you were at a concert and we never met. What's the point of being famous if fine-ass super fans don't get special treatment from security?" he asked rhetorically. "And I know I wouldn't have missed you! Damn I couldn't look away from..." Donnie stopped speaking there, but the reason was precisely his point. He fell silent because he was watching Nikki step into a pair of leggings. Transfixed, he could only say one thing. "Adiós a ese culo..." he murmured, almost managing to seem legitimately remorseful. Whatever the case, he was as dressed as he could be presently... and also replaying recent events in his head, getting lost in the proverbial sauce as he stood up. "Not like that, huh? Why don't you tell me how, then?"

If Ronnie had an ability to curse the entire family with bad looks, Leon fully believed she'd reserve its use for him exclusively. When responding to the notion, however, he didn't drop tone at all. "I bet you would! Somebody's got'a nerf this absolute unit!" the man boasted further, kissing his own bicep. "Look at that! I could fit about three or four lasses right on here, I'll bet! Hey Ron, hop up 'ere real quick! I'm tryin' to see somethin'!" he blabbered. Upon realizing the specifics of Ronnie 'touching' King Don, Leon's tone changed completely. There were some points he had to drive home. "What'dyou mean jump straight to marriage? It's King Flippin' Don! I don't marry everybody I have a go at, but I'd bloody well marry King Don if I shagged him, so you should have the sense to do it as well! Wait..." It seemed Leon had developed a bit of foot-in-mouth syndrome, realizing the wrongness of his own clause only after it left his mouth. "Sod it, you know what I mean!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki explained the process that had her keeping this room's interior constantly updated. And of the things Donnie could notice he apparently noticed that... she'd shifted around a bit when she said the term 'inspiration'. "Well, you know... you're an artist type too, right mate? You just go a place that relaxes you and relax to get your mind working again~" she said without actually saying that she definitely came to this room to be surrounded by his face, masturbate and dream of dressing a man she'd never met before. Beyond that point they discussed why Nikki hadn't made it to his world tour, and he claimed he would have been upset not to run into her if she had. "Mate, that isn't even a problem. If I'd known I would have pulled every string I thought I had. Full crazed groupie!~" she explained. There wouldn't have been nothing to stand between her and the point she was trying to reach. She would have thrown herself at that problem in the midst of the music. "Never had a problem with security though, even when I was small~" she said remembering sneaking into photoshoots, tattoo shops and bars. No matter, there was the matter of Donnie himself claiming he wouldn't have missed Nikki that wasn't completely obvious while she got dressed until another spanish sentence was spoken. It took her a second to work through the context and she turned to peek over her shoulder. "Really, did you just say goodbye to my ass mate?" she asked laughing at the idea but there'd be a bit more pep in her step thereafter. As she was soon dressed enough to leave the room, she walked towards her door. It would be amusing to hear Donnie wonder of the kind of eating she'd do. "I thought it was pretty obvious, taxidermy. You offered to be my body pillow, mate~" she said with a cheeky wink. And once she was sure he was ready, she opened the door to her bedroom. She'd take care of everything else later.

Meanwhile, Ronnie and Leon were still talking. Apparently a curse on Leon was necessary to nerf him, he called himself an absolute unit. "Physically maybe, but... can't say you aren't balanced~" Ronnie snipped without hesitation. Still in the room with Leon and his muscles the man talking about the sheer number of women he could fit across his arm span. "Cat, not bird. I don't climb trees for fun," Ronnie pointed out while practically scoffing. Beyond there more light hearted conversation, Ronnie was soon on the receiving end of a minor rant. The reasoning of Leon for her or Nikki to marry King Don as he put it. This explanation included the idea that he'd have done it. Ronnie perked up then, looking at the man in front of her as he thought over what he said and pushed it away. Claiming she knew what he meant. She held up her hands in mock surrender. "Look bruv, you can marry whoever you want. I was just wondering if I should have been introducing you to blokes instead of birds~" Ronnie said that teasing remaining in her tone the entire time.

[Bloodedge]

What did Nikki mean by inspiration? She gave the answer in a roundabout way, citing the need of artistic types finding... relaxation for the sake of clearing the mind. It took a few moments, but not at all too long for Donnie to realize what she was getting at. Still, he seemed surprised. It wasn't strange for Donnie to know he had female fans pleasuring themselves to fantasies involving him, but hearing it admitted even indirectly in this case was a shock. Things really would have gone differently if she'd made it to that tour. Of that, Donnie had no doubt. The 'crazed groupie' Nikki referenced would have been a discussion about some kind of future. What would that future be? Considering both of their careers, one could only wonder. "At this rate, Imma be the groupie," Donnie commented absently while moving through the room, once again following closely behind Nikki. As for how she intended to 'get' him, Nikki brought attention to his earlier offer... of replacing her body pillow. "Did I really say something that corny?" Donnie wondered as they exited the room.

While that transition was being made, Ronnie was pointing out the apparent 'balancing' done to counteract Leon being such a unit. The joke flew right over his head. If anything, he seemed smug upon hearing that sentence. "Yeah that's right! Glad you're finally makin' some sense!" he huffed. Sadly, it seemed Ronnie would not be climbing onto his bicep. Such a waste, Leon thought. If he couldn't test while the tall woman was here, where would he get a proper test at all? "It ain't fun, it's science! Help a brother out!" he insisted. It would then become Leon's prerogative to avoid further making himself look suspicious due to slips of the tongue. A statement that didn't even make sense to Leon himself in the aftermath, was seemingly worth teasing from Ronnie. Of course it was. "Come off it! You get the point. One of yous oughta..." Leon stopped there, if only because Nikki and Donnie were both walking into the sitting room. Strange was the fact that they didn't come from the entrance, but stranger still was Donnie's visual. Leon couldn't focus on the 'little' things with King Don standing right there in the flesh. "Wait, why's he not got a shirt on?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki explained what she was doing, when 'inspiration' was necessary but she had to find comfort first. The idea of admitting masturbation was a primary source of calming and that Donnie was the subject of it, was a bit... crazy. Even so, he didn't seem to mind that she was somhow an absolute crazy person. In fact he seemed to think he'd be the one ending up a groupie of hers. "Never had a groupie before... don't know what I'd do with one. Though, this is King Don we're talking about~" she seemed almost excited by the prospect. Of course, she was... then there was something else. Apparently the idea of Donnie becoming her body pillow wasn't something he remembered saying, he called it corny and Nikki would only scoff. "Come off it, mate. You're King Don. You've never said a corny thing in your life, and I'll have you if you believe something like that!" Nikki asserted. No way had King Don said anything considered corny to her, it'd only been the best experience of her life so far. By the time that part had happened, Nikki was entering her living room to see her cousin and her sister wrapping up what had obviously been a 'normal conversation'.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was snickering at Leon's thought process. He really didn't catch important things... "Right, bruv," was all Ronnie said. Still, the man was quite upset that she wasn't going to climb all over him for his apparent scientific research. "I'm gonna say... there ain't enough science in the world. Call the other one~" Ronnie claimed, she'd not be going along with his nonsense. Any of it, even as Donnie and Nikki returned a casual brow was raised in the girl's direction. But for her part in this Nikki just seemed pleased as punch. "Hot probably..." Ronnie said about the lad's lack of shirt. Nikki's eyes widened and she quickly looked around the room. Obviously she'd forgottent hat the man had abandoned his shirt. "Right, besides. It's King Don. If he doesn't want to wear a shirt I won't stop 'im~ You got here pretty quick, bruv~" Nikki claimed as she flopped on the couch. Why did it matter that Donnie was missing his shirt.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki had never known the pleasures/displeasures of having a groupie, and thus didn't know what to do with one. Donnie smiled, nearly laughing at the thought. "Good news for you then, baby. Groupies are real good at lettin' you know what to do wit' 'em. You ain't gotta know a thing," he explained. As it stood, Donnie knew exactly the kind of groupie he would be, and thought he could easily become that. He'd already abandoned his own group to pursue one person he didn't even know properly yet. He'd also quite possibly blurted out some cheesy line, though according to Nikki, he'd never been that uncool in his life. The laugh couldn't be held back after that one. 'I guess you gotta 'have' me then, 'cause I promise you I've said a lot of corny stuff. I was a black-Hispanic nerd walkin' around Harlem city with foreign comic books and a dictionary before all the other shit."

Meanwhile, Leon's moment of pride was ripped away by Ronnie being a natural-born buzzkill. She really didn't want to sit on his bicep, apparently, and even urged him to call 'the other one'... again. "Fat lot of good that would do! You're the bigger one! I need bigger. 'Sides, I was gonna ask her to take the other one," he said, just nearly taking his arm down... until Nikki actually walked into the room with a shirtless King Don. She had a good point to make upon entry. If King Don wanted to be shirtless, why stop him? "Yeah, true. Probably sweatin' and all if there's a performance, yeah?" he mused as Donnie swaggered forward. Distracted by all that, Leon missed an opportunity prior to Nikki landing on the couch. He saw where she was moments later, giving up on one arm because of it. "Ah, damn," was all he said. "There was a little performance. No dancin' this time. Well... not like that, but you right about the sweat part bro. Nice to meet you," Donnie said, offering his right hand to Leon... who immediately didn't know how to act, and stared at that hand for several seconds. "... Oh, brilliant! Pleasure's mind, mate, really! Bloody King Don! Fantastic!" he rambled while reaching out with two hands to shake Donnie's one. "I got you a bunch o' the best grass I own, man! Got it right there in that bag!" he shared, looking at the bag... and realizing what couldn't be in it due to the open zipper on its front pocket. "Ah sod! I know what I forgot. I didn't get any papers! Ron, you got any?"

[Apollymi]

The worst showing of interest in her person Nikki had ever gotten was a stalker when she was... 15 or 16. Luckily enough at that same time, she had a 20 year old cousin who could have passed for her dad, so there was not much to getting rid of that sort of person. Even so, it seemed like there was no issue at all... with Donnie even claiming, that groupies tended to let people know what to do with them. "Really? I guess I'll find out what to do with mine eventually then~" Nikki commented almost absently. 'King Don claimed he was going to end up my groupie!~' Nikki's mind went wild with the possibilities. None would know immediately why she was so pleased about it. What happened next was rather interesting, as Donnie claimed he'd definitely said some corny things and went on to paint a picture of himself as a younger lad, who seemed exactly the type of individual someone like Nikki would have made friends with. "Come off it mate, you aren't the only one, speaking as the daft girl with the bunny ears and unconventional make-up choices which became a mainstay of my personal branding. You're only even a little weird until you grow into yourself and... none of that seems corny to me!" she pointed out with all the enthusiasm of both a fan an a friend.

While Donnie and Nikki got settled, Ronnie was fending off accusations of a lack of her own usefulness simply because she refused to participate in the ridiculous activities offered up by Leon. "Yeah right, bruv. Quit your bitchin' obviously what you need is a different female cousin to annoy," Ronnie pointed out. "Or you could ask, King Don~" she teased just a bit. Meanwhile, Nikki watched the next bit of conversation with star-struck wonder in her eyes, while her sister, shook her head at the lack of brain in Leon's head. So easily did he latch onto any distraction presented by Nikki about Donnie. Following a proper introduction was a two handed shake between two men. 'King Don was in my bedroom! After I danced on stage with him, after he made a song about my ass... after my completed fashion week. Fucking mental...' she thought swaying gently from side to side. Soon enough Ronnie was done observing her sister in time to find out what exactly had been forgotten by Leon today, "Papers? Bruv, you've been my plug, since you were 15. I don't keep stuff on me~" Ronnie said while chuckling. "At this point I'm surprised you remembered the grass," Ronnie commented. While Nikki looked between them. This wasn't a normal kind of conversation, not her language, not her thought to process, though she would continue stealing glances at Donnie and running through the last few moments in her bedroom as if to make sure it was all real. "Are they hard to come by?" Nikki wondered. She was a buy and bottle and drink kind of girl.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Donnie wasn't the only nerd from earlier in the past decade. Nikki touted herself as a daft girl with bunny ears and strange makeup, both of which had become her bread and butter by the present. Whether there was any corniness to the past Donnie or not was up for debate, but he wouldn't argue about growing into oneself. "Love to see it. Us nerd types gotta come up strong like that," he said confidently, just shortly before his hand was fully taken hostage by Leon ─ the very man who apparently decided he was done conversing with Ronnie in a moment. "Aight man, it's not that big a deal. I'm just a dude," he said after that outrageously excited introduction. "Just a dude, he says! King Flippin' Don! Nik, you 'ear this?" Leon replied, still trapping the other male's hand between his own.

Sadly, Leon had forgotten something very important for smoking. Without rolling papers, they were hardly going to spark anything up here. Ronnie wasn't helping either. "Well fat lot of good you are! How ya' just gonna rely on my stash?" he questioned. Ever the innocent one of the family trio, Nikki wondered if they were hard to acquire. Leon looked at the youngest woman present as if preparing to coddle a child. "Bless. Nah, they ain't hard to get. Just gotta run down to the petrol," he replied with ease while Donnie worked his hand free. "I can pop out to get somethin'. No biggie. I meant to pick up some blunts and some other stuff anyway. Y'all got good cigars here?" Donnie wondered, much to Leon's confusion. The purple-haired man turned toward Ronnie and spoke openly. "That's a real thing? Americans just pop open a cigar and fill it with grass? Helluva spliff, that," he commented. Donnie made himself the first to react in that regard. "Spliff? Hell nah, bro. All weed, all day. I don't do tobacco. Bad for the throat, bad for your breath. Anyway, just point me to the closest corner store."

[Apollymi]

Weird kids were a dime a dozen. Weird black kids... who had to either double down or crumble... were something very different. Apparently, both Donnie and Nikki managed to become themselves with Donnie having praise worthy words to offer to such an outcome. "Yeah we do, and look at us... spreading it to everyone else~" Nikki said. She'd been told a few times by former classmates that her public oddities made them feel less pressure to conform to social norms, helping multiple people find themselves in a sea of stifling expectations. Soon enough Donnie was having to pry his hand free from a male fan, seemingly as excited as Nikki herself was, minus the sexual tension. Still, a chuckle came from Nikki, "Yeah, bruv, heard it all afternoon," Nikki said about Donnie's more humble understanding of himself.

Meanwhile for Ronnie, the rocky part of Leon's brain was him forgetting the papers for the weed he'd brought for them to enjoy. When she pointed out that she'd never kept papers, he once again pointed out her uselessness. "What? When I have a habit, not a casual fun thing I keep stuff in stock," she pointed out as if it made all the sense in the world. Nikki expressed a curiosity about the papers, which led to a reaction that made her eyes widen. "Don't like that much at all. We do that to you... you don't get to hit me with that one," Nikki affirmed. No, she didn't like being on the innocent or naďve side of this particular conversation. "Don't worry, Nik, everyone's new to something somewhere... and that one is more rocks than anything else~" she said casually gesturing at Leon in the way that two siblings did when discussing someone else, with that catty style behavior. As for Donnie's question, Ronnie could and would answer him, "They sell some specialty stuff, but you can't really go wrong with a berry or rum Backwoods," Ronnie stated honestly. "And yes, people 'cross the pond have way more fun~" Ronnie pointed out to Leon. As Donnie claimed he didn't do tobacco for the sake of his throat and breath. "You're definitely right about the breath thing, Ronnie was the only regular smoker I knew that didn't smell like an ashtray," Nikki commented knowing way more about cigarettes than most things. "No one's pointing you to a petrol, mate. Come on... I'll run you down... might as well pick up a couple bottles of tequila while I'm out~" Ronnie offered easily a cursory glance. Nikki looked at her sister quizzically but figured she'd be doing the big sister thing so she didn't outright question. "I wanna go too, but I guess I shouldn't leave Leon here by himself," Nikki said with a casual shrug, well it was only a little casual. Even so... there was quite a few hints about the odd choice of Ronnie's a little glow to those golden eyes of hers that said she was being catty in some way.

[Bloodedge]

A group of four wouldn't be remaining such for long. Before any separation occurred however, there was the strangest moment of the most judged family member among three flipping the script in a way that... wasn't really appreciated. "What? I meant it. You're all innocent and such, just like when you were a littler thing," Leon commented after hearing Nikki's response. Soon enough, King Don himself was talking about heading out to shop for cigars, which threw Leon for a loop. He didn't know those super-thick smokables were actually used for marijuana, though the more well-traveled Ronnie apparently did. "And you didn't get me hip? Shame," Leon stated.

No one would be telling Donnie where to go. Instead, it seemed Ronnie was keen to accompany him while she acquired some tequila as well. Donnie had no issues with an escort. Leon huffed, wanting to complain for not being the one to go... but he was also trying to push Ronnie, Nikki, or both closer to the musician. He supposed hanging out with Nikki for a while would be his fate ─ not that he minded at all. In fact, Leon immediately raised his left arm again to flex. "Fine, but remember what I said, yeah? Oy Nik! Hop up 'ere, I'm doin' a thing! HRRR!" In the midst of that strange and unknown suggestion, reference or... whatever it was, Donnie was collecting his shirt and shoes near the door. The shirt, he slung over his shoulder while stepping into one boot at a time. "Aight, let's get it poppin'. We gettin' lit tonight!" he announced. At some point, it simply seemed natural that a party of two would carry on as a party of four instead... but that would be fine for a while, Donnie thought.

[Apollymi]

The group of four would be splitting again, at least for a little bit because of a small failure in item procurement. This wasn't a big deal, no one was having a meltdown or anything, Nikki only managed to be a bit miffed about the use of the term 'bless' against her in one of these moments. "Yeah, you can say that, doesn't change the feeling bruv~" Nikki claimed pointedly. Still she took the words of her older sister to hear as she always would. There wasn't anything more to it than her current feelings anyway. And today was a day of new beginnings, she might as well try a whole bunch of new things. Meanwhile, Ronnie was slipping into a pair of runners while it was obvious that both of Donnie's superfans were running through their mental options, "Oh yeah, I'm supposedly responsible for keeping my younger cousin hip, on his habit's nuances, makes so much sense dunnit?" Ronnie gripped after tapping her toes into shoes which just made her look like she was planning a quick run in truth.

At the end, Nikki was encouraged to hop up on Leon's now flexing arm and Ronnie was claiming to pick up some tequila. "Anything else while we're out? Oh, and we ordered pizza, don't eat it without us~" Ronnie wondered aloud. "I gotta taste for crisps and guac..." Nikki muttered as she took what could only be called a minor bunny hop after standing which landed her, right atop that extended arm like it was a small chair for her. She seemed completely unbothered, but it was far from the first time she'd taken such a perch. "Yep, nothing wrong with a fun party night for a while at least~" Ronnie added, she was up to something but, it was time to walk and have a bit of a chat with Donnie, at least that was the main plan as she saw it. "Don't let strangers in... we'll be back!~" she said the same way she'd left those two alone together countless nights to fly out and do modeling gigs across the world.

[Bloodedge]

And so came a separation that would possible affect the course of fate for a small group. While Donnie and Ronnie each slipped into their shoes for the trip, Nikki hopped onto Leon's bicep. Both who remained were asked if there was anything they required. Nikki had a couple of small asks. As for Leon... "Nothin' here. I'll just get some water from the fridge," he said. With that, Leon began practicing something previously undiscussed. With Nikki seated atop his bicep, he began to flex in such a way that she'd be launched up from his arm repeatedly. Apparently, his test was to see how many reps he could perform as such.

Meanwhile, with Ronnie prepared to depart, Donnie followed suit. He had a card handy that could be accepted, and actually wasn't left in his jacket like everything else important. "Damn. Glad a nigga didn't leave the ID too," he mumbled upon entering the hall. No matter. If he did leave it behind, he'd only have an excuse to accompany Nikki to the venue again... or to swing by her place of residence to collect his things. With those thoughts aside, Donnie naturally moved toward the same elevator he'd used to reach Ronnie's home. "How far out's the gas station?" he asked just to fill any silence.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was an oddly free-spirited girl in a comfortable situation. Her cousin who'd looked after and protected her wanted to do a thing. She was down for the thing. In this case, she'd perched on his bicep and found herself being popped up by the flexing of his muscle beneath her body. "Yip!" a little noise escaped Nikki initially and Ronnie looked at the pair in their weird form of silbing bonding and shook her head. "Still typed a mage though," Ronnie said about Leon with a casual eye roll. She left the pair to their behavior and when she did, Nikki waved them off, "Aye, no need to mother hen me, hurry back~" she said to the pair between those couple of bounces. Yes, surely there was no reason to be freaked out, so as soon as both the others were clear she was talking to Leon. "Sorry, 'bout to overshare, can't hold it in anymore. I just blew King Don!~ I was gonna tell Ronnie but he was still right here, what would have been awkward," she said with all the pride of an exhuberant groupie.

Soon enough Ronnie and Donnie were slipping outside and she also headed with him towards the elevator. He still didn't have his shirt on and Ronnie wouldn't stop herself from having a casual look for four. "Not that far away... a couple of blocks, there and back. Off we pop~" Ronnie said. Only giving a few cursory seconds of time to reach that elevator before asking a rather important question, "Speaking of pops, did she get the drop on you or did something go pear-shaped? Not normal for something like that to be over so quick and the girl still be happy about it~" she said in a teasing tone, though she didn't much mind either way, but she needed to know if a backup plan would be required to properly sever her sister from Drake.

[Bloodedge]

Once the others were gone, Leon was due for some mind-blowing information. He was so casually bouncing Nikki atop his arm when she decided upon an 'overshare' as she called it. She didn't even wait around before admitting to what she'd done with King Don, only refraining from it earlier because he was still in the room. According to Nikki, she'd fellated the man. Mid-bounce, Leon dropped his arm and turned toward Nikki, inadvertently leaving her to land however she fell. "You done what?! Seriously?! How'd it taste?" he asked for lack of another question coming to mind right away. "Wait... no, I don't wanna know that. You two shaggin' already? You gonna get married and all that? Can I be best man?"

All the while, Donnie was walking down the hall without a care in the world. He didn't shoot any unnecessary glances in Ronnie's direction, but he was very conscious of her eyes upon him. Only when encroaching upon the elevator did he figure out why; he never donned a shirt after getting into his shoes. "Oh shit," he muttered. Donnie would then be seen flipping his shirt around to get it on properly while walking, having no desire to become a bigger show-stopper during a convenience store walk. The trip wouldn't be far, according to Ronnie... but that wasn't all she had to say. No, there were questions. Why had he and Nikki returned so quickly without her being dissatisfied? The answer to what actually happened was quite simple, but... "Pear-shaped? That's a weird one," Donnie commented first and foremost. He could grasp the context of that one, but... what a funny phrase. "We didn't get around to much. I left the jimmies in my jacket back at Fashion Week, so it was just a lil' foolin' around. She definitely got the drop on me though. Shorty sobered me up real quick!" he shared without offering too many explicit details.

[Apollymi]

Nikki had one her best. As a super fan, she'd actually done quite a good job, not immediately dragging her big sister off to brag and fangasm about something rather odd. Instead she ended up spilling the beans to her cousin instead. she couldn't help it, she'd never been so excited about an activity that should have been a secret in her life. One second she was bouncing, and the next, she'd let a strange sentence fall out of her mouth and she was falling. She caught herself as she did, both feet comfortably holding her weight as she crouched to avoid breaking a couch with too much impact. "Bruv!" Nikki said her hands up in the air as he asked how King Don tasted, with apparently more excitement about hearing the sex life of his younger cousin than she would have expected. Oh to be a superfan, and only get more hype in a moment than anyone ever needed to. "There's such a thing as too keen you know? Should I get some blokes together for you?" Nikki wondered playfully, but she was only putting off her own form of meltdown. AS her cousin discussed shaggin', marriage, and being best man. "Bruv, I don't think you can be his best man... that's probably gonna be his best mate or something. Maybe you'd get an invite to a stag party..." she said seeming to have jumped ahead of herself even a bit. "Wait, no... too hype. Just..." she paused took a deep breath and placed both her feet on the floor. "We were just foolin' around a bit. He didn't have his condoms on him, since he left 'em in his jacket which he left, in my dressing room at the Fashion Week venue. Also you can't start talking marriage, if he finds out I'm planning a wedding he might actually think I'm crazy... and while he saw the room and all that and apparently thinks it's sexy, great news right? Might not want to find out what the limit is before the actual shaggin'," Nikki said decisively.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was getting to take notice of Donnie's oddities. She was used to sharing living spaces with the artsy types. Her sister, and that hyper-fixation and oddities that made her tunnel vision so hard she forgot normal things like eating and sleeping to get ideas out of her head. The concentration of various fashion designers and other such industry professionals and now she was getting to see the wandering mind. A lad who forgot he was shirtless for a while before putting one on, in a way that made it obvious he'd forgotten. "Hm, never seen that one before..." she said of the flighty mind he seemed to possess. Still, there was the slang type term she'd used which made her smile, "Pear-shaped for when things go bad or get out of hand. You know because pears are all distorted and bottom heavy..." Ronnie mentioned knowing from all the random trivia that the man enjoyed the words. It would seem that Donnie did have an answer. They'd only fooled around... he'd forgotten the 'jimmies' which she'd heard used before to reference condoms and as such they'd done something less invasive. And her younger sister had actually gotten the jump on him, but the details were oddly missing. "Really a good guy huh, bruv. That's great and good for her, I always believed in her," Ronnie said still as they stepped onto that elevator for the ride down and took it, she continued to question just one thing. "Still, she keeps condoms of her own, good ones even... you gotta be working with something crazy~" Ronnie decided that light bit of flirting returning as she was amused by the knowledge that the man was obviously outpacing Drake by a wide berth.

[Bloodedge]

Leon didn't mean to drop Nikki, but he was shocked to pure madness. Everything seemed fine regardless, so he didn't think about it too much. "Bloody hell, sorry Nik," was all he said. More would have been said, but Nikki offered a comment that was a little too familiar to something her sister said earlier. As such, Leon flipped his wig... just slightly. "Oy! You and Ron, both of you come off it!" he barked. Both he and Nikki were a bit too far gone in the King Don fandom. Though he was a little out of sorts thinking about being best man at a wedding... Nikki wasn't too far away, suggesting that he attend the stag party and settle there. "Oh yeah, that'd be a proper good time too. Bet he'd have a bunch of..." Alas, Nikki abandoned the thought process of weddings and the like. Why? Leon didn't know. He did, however, know the lack of condoms shouldn't have been reason for Nikki to avoid hopping on King Don's cock! "What's it matter if he's got no rubbers? King Flippin' Don! Mr. Steal Yo' Girl! Young Simba!" he started rambling, as if the list of titles, nicknames and accolades would fully make his point clear.

Meanwhile, Donnie himself was stepping into an elevator with Veronica Corbyn ─ a sentence very few could say casually in life. The woman commented on something she'd never seen before, which he could only make assumptions about. "Seen what?" Donnie asked while looking at his arms. He'd assumed she was talking about a tattoo. Many went without noticing all of them on the canvas he'd turned himself into. Beyond that, and an explanation of the term 'pear-shaped' by Ronnie, he explained the recent experience with Nikki in the most third-party-friendly way he could while being so blown away. Donnie figured he was being called a 'good guy' simply because he didn't have unprotected sex with the woman's sister... but there was another matter entirely. Ronnie gathered that he was quite endowed, since whatever condoms Nikki kept handy wouldn't have worked for him. The elevator door closed, while Donnie scratched his head nonchalantly. "Look ma, I ain't about to brag about myself to the baddest supermodel on the scene. It is what it is. Stereotypes be doin' stereotype things sometimes, feel me?"