Niko cooked enough for them both. It didn't escape his notice that the guy ignored him not once but several times before he had finished cooking. Mentally sighing. Well...seems like you can't escape Kansas toto. He said mentally in his head. Oh well...same old same old. Least it was a familiar theme. One he knew very well by this point. Not many enjoyed talking to him. Often called him a walking encyclopedia. He had heard the music but he was much too shy to say anything. Instead...he stuck to what he knew. Flushing faintly as the man was just in his boxers. He put his own on a plate and washed the dishes. Then left the males plate on counter. He hadn't missed the fact the arm went past him. It just hadn't processed when he realized the guy was in nothing but a towel. He gave the guy an uncertain smile in return for the soft one. Looking away and took his plate. Looking at the table or his room. Unsure where he should go. If he was going to have a magically appearing conversation with someone...he'd eat with someone. Statistically unlikely from what he had notice. "I'm Niko." he said in a soft voice that was gentle and angelic. Beautiful but soft. With that he decided he wasn't wishing to piss off the guy who was pointedly ignoring him. If he wasn't used to things he offered or did for someone being dissed, ignored, or not paid any attention to...he might have been hurt that the male didn't want what he had made for them both. Instead...it was just the same old same old. He bit his lower lip and shook his head. "Need to go adapt and alter half the room into a work space anyway..." he said under his breath. Walking towards his room and went inside. Setting the food on the nightstand. He began to unpack things. A whole bunch of tools and other things. Measuring things and jotting down. He then ate a few bites and began to tinker with things. He ate a few more bites then another more. He finished half the omelet before he forgot about it entirely. The sound of tinkering and whirrings and hammering filled the air. He was building an adaptation to the desk in the corner and creating an entire work table. He took out some little robots that started taking over and building it more for him. He kept typing commands into the laptop up on the bed. "That is right little droids...we want a work table. It needs to be sturdy enough to hold anything that might be put on it." Bleeping and blooping answered him. He looked at the screen. "Indeed...can't do homework or anything else if I don't have a proper work space." He then sat down and blinked. Realizing there was more food. He began to eat it again.