Nikolai arched an eyebrow at Miguel's tale of having met Kazarian. Oh my fucking Hell. How could someone be so stupid? Screaming and smiling? Oh yeah, he totally knew that one, "/That whole talking loud and smiling is kind of common among idiot Americans. They think if they talk loud enough, you'll miraculously understand them. Or that because you don't speak English, you're deaf./" Miguel had made the safest choice. He wouldn't deal with that room anymore either.
Of course... The whole thing put a terribly wicked grin on Nik's face, "/We should go in there and fuck with him some time. Re-arrange his room or hold a conversation using obvious words like his name and,/ estúpido."
Nik had ditched them of course. After the panic attack and the shit on the journals... He did not want to be around them. At all. He made a disbelieving sound, "/You lucky.../" He'd been about to add something like 'son of a bitch' or 'bastard' but you just did not insult a Hispanic man's madre. You did not do it. "/I was at Tumbler Renegade's concert./"