<font color=silver>(He yawned gently, walking lopsidedly up to the door and letting himself in with a deep breath. He looked more or less the same man that left so long ago, only he was leaner, stronger and his hair was grown out, a dark shadow of growth across his face. His eyes were keen, he had waited to see his girl for so long it ached in him. In his left hand was a cane for his halfway healed broken ankle, and in his other hand was a single red rose he'd plucked out of the ground outside. A smile crossed his features as he closed the door behind him and clearned his throat.)</font> -- .:Nikolai's Apartment:.

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Date Posted: 07:49:10 03/26/03 Wed
Author: Niko
Subject: (He yawned gently, walking lopsidedly up to the door and letting himself in with a deep breath. He looked more or less the same man that left so long ago, only he was leaner, stronger and his hair was grown out, a dark shadow of growth across his face. His eyes were keen, he had waited to see his girl for so long it ached in him. In his left hand was a cane for his halfway healed broken ankle, and in his other hand was a single red rose he'd plucked out of the ground outside. A smile crossed his features as he closed the door behind him and clearned his throat.)
In reply to: Fyre 's message, "....So why do we do it...." on 07:39:21 03/26/03 Wed

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She started, shifting to turn around, her eyes narrowed. "What..." Her words were cut off sharply as she saw him, a trembling hand moving to her mouth. "Niko..." She murmured, unsure if she could believe her eyes. (NT) -- Fyre, 07:50:48 03/26/03 Wed