Who: Nicki, Tony, anyone else around there.
Where: Tony’s room
When: Early evening
Well now. That was easier then he thought. Promise some kids and ask to carve some hearts out, and the door opens. Interesting. He’d patted the fro-god on the arm and promised to be back soon with the child, and gave him his violin. That part had hurt just a bit, since he knew he wasn’t getting it back. It was a Stradivarius, they just wouldn’t be able to appreciate it.
He strolled through the halls, and whisked around here and there to avoid detection, not that he was in any trouble until he got to Tony’s, he had a hall-pass after all. Nicki stopped at Tony’s door, and made sure the coast was clear before he knocked, learning lazily on the door frame as he waited. He still had a hell of a headache from the death toll, right behind his eyes.