"Nikolas!" Chrystofer called into the salon when he entered. He didn't have any costumers at the time being. Which was good. He went over to the man, who had popped his head out of a nearby door. He told Theodore to sit down so that he could talk to the man. "Close for about an hour," he whispered softly with a small smirk. He handed Nikolas a five hundred dollar bill. "You see that boy? He wants a wax. Full body," he said, winking at the man.
Nikolas was shorter than Chrystofer by a few inches, his hair was a bright red color. He went to Theodore and smiled at him. "Come, sweet little pet," he said with a small smile, holding out his hands for him.