Salazar and Usami left Salazar's room quietly. Getting bowls of spaghetti and a plate of garlic bread, before heading back to Salazar's room. Leaving Niko in peace, he'd get enough of them later.<br/><br/>They polished off the food quickly, silently giving praise to the little chef.<br/><br/>They waited for Niko to finish in the kitchen before taking their dishes out. Usami left after a few parting words with the book. Salazar handled the last of the dishes.<br/><br/>On the way back to his room, he noticed Niko's door partially open and went to close it. As his slender fingers, nails painted black, hit the doorknob, the door opened wider.<br/><br/>Salazar froze as he saw Niko sprawled on the bed. His eyes trailed Niko's form before resting on his face. The face of an angel. Niko was undeniably cute and Salazar's type, in body at least.<br/><br/>Noticing a throw in the corner of his eye, Salazar grabbed it and covered Niko with the throw before leaving just as silently as he entered.<br/><br/>He returned to his room, made a few notes about e-mails and classes, got ready for bed, then succumbed to Morpheus's art<br/><br/>[[Sorry for the wait dearest sis. Felt very introvert and muse dead. Hope you like it.]]