[log] don't chase ghosts, don't get too close

[whatdorosesmean]

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It's still fairly early when Nick and Alya get (back, for him) to his flat from the nexus - it's gradually looking more and more like a home where someone lives, too, worth noting. He drops his keys with his coat and nudges the door shut behind them, steering her toward his kitchen

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[sadova]

"I haven't actually had a first breakfast," Alya admits, as sheepishly as she is actually physically capable of getting (read: not very).

[whatdorosesmean]

Nick gives her an appropriately disapproving look over the fridge door, which doesn't actually mean he stops looking discreetly pleased with himself to do it. "I do good scrambled eggs," he offers.

[sadova]

"That'd be fine, thanks." She ignores the disapproving look in favor of shrugging off her jacket--today the outfit (and she does not just merely 'wear clothes,' they are always complete outfits, tailored and tucked to her satisfaction) is pinstriped grey trousers and grey jacket on top. The shirt underneath it probably approximates something more like a 'fashion corset' or 'bustier,' even, for the record. It's dark purple, almost black.

Alya tends to attract a lot of interesting looks in the workplace, but it's all part of her image.

[whatdorosesmean]

"Good, good." Nick digs around in the fridge and pushes it shut behind him with his foot, fishing out a bowl. He has taken the time to actually sort his kitchen out, possibly...for just this reason, although probably he wasn't planning on cooking for anyone else when he started.

Or being slightly distracted by what Alya's wearing; that probably also did not factor into his plans.