[ Archer had been keeping track of mentions of Nikolai on Social Media for months. The young heir had a habit of being in the most ridiculous of situations. Well, ridiculous by Archer's outlook. Nikolai's apparent starvation for positive attention often left him showing off to others.
Archer had known when the strange occurrences began that Nikolai had become the owner of a pair of wings. He had found it somehow amusing, but had mostly returned to simply scanning the feed to make sure no one caught him in the act of trying to fly off the top of a large building without any form of practice first. It was during one of these scans that he came to see something that made him freeze.
Nikolai was now a small child. Archer had barely began trying to track down the location on the map when he ran out of his apartment, one arm in a suit jacket as the other juggled with the communicator.
By the time he got to the location mentioned on the image, Archer was prim and proper once more, and keeping an eye out for either crowds or the tiny, troublemaking redhead. ]
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Archer had known when the strange occurrences began that Nikolai had become the owner of a pair of wings. He had found it somehow amusing, but had mostly returned to simply scanning the feed to make sure no one caught him in the act of trying to fly off the top of a large building without any form of practice first. It was during one of these scans that he came to see something that made him freeze.
Nikolai was now a small child. Archer had barely began trying to track down the location on the map when he ran out of his apartment, one arm in a suit jacket as the other juggled with the communicator.
By the time he got to the location mentioned on the image, Archer was prim and proper once more, and keeping an eye out for either crowds or the tiny, troublemaking redhead. ]