slightly OCD

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

It is a relief to know that it couldn’t have been as long as it seemed, with how dark the room had become. And as Sunjata sits up and starts to settle, the weight between his shoulder blades of the necromancer’s hand is a nice and comforting touch. “Mm, same.” He says with a soft huff, lips quirking slightly in that boyish and lopsided smile as he looks back over at Niki and continues to try and get the sleep out of his mind.

As for how he slept? “Really well, actually.” He murmurs, in case Niki had thought he hadn’t or was worried he might have slept weird. In fact, he looks somehow more rested than even the time he’d managed to get good sleep on Niki’s couch previously.

“That would be nice. They’ve got this, uh.. Peppermint bark one this year.” He says a little distractedly, sitting up a little more fully and stretching his arms over his head to stretch out, his lower back making a muffled crack! of a sound but Sunjata seems to sag with some relief from it as he straightens out his clothes to make himself presentable. “Got any plans after?” He asks, a touch leadingly, like he hopes Niki doesn’t have a lot on his docket after they go back out and that he might be able to spend more time with him in the homey comfort of the necromancer’s home.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

"I am glad to hear it." And he really is; often an insomniac himself (or the type of dreamer to wander into all sorts of shenanigans), he's already seen the battles that Sunjata fights for a decent rest, and to hear that he'd won this particular fight is heartening. As the other man sits up properly, Niki also stretches a little, flexing his bad leg and seeming satisfied that he should be able to walk on it without any more issue than usual.

"So it is peppermint bark in your cocoa and hazelnut in your coffee?" Smirking and raising an eyebrow as if to ask if he's got that right, Niki summons his cane and carefully starts to get himself back on his own two feet, straightening his own clothes out as he goes. Tilting his head at the oh-so-leading question, where only days ago it might have caused him to flush to the tips of his ears, now he finds it disarmingly easy to answer.

"I was going to come back here to get a real stretch of sleep," he says. "Longnight is... well, it is long. You are welcome to come back with me, if you do not want to be outside or to travel all the way back up to the House."

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

Honestly, Sunjata’s glad to have had it. Without so much exhaustion tugging at his bones, the Heartless finds it easy to rub the sleep from his eyes and piece himself back together where he might be able to take on the continuing party of LongNight. So far, it’s been a success, and he’s sure that even in his absence it’s been continuing on as though he were still right in the middle of it.

“Yeah, that sounds right.” Sunjata says, shooting Niki an amused and crooked grin before he laughs lightly. “Let me guess, you like yours plain.” Or not at all, as he’ll probably find out one day. But for now, he’s content imagining a sad cup of cocoa with not even a marshmallow in it to cheer it up a little.

As Niki stands, Sunjata does too and stretches out his arms and loosens his shoulders, readjusting whatever’s left of his clothes he hadn’t gotten to yet as he asks his question, and while he drifts over toward the coat rack to snag Niki’s for him, he grabs his to slip on in the process as he listens, blessedly content to be facing away from Niki to hear the answer so it hides the relieved smile that threatens to bloom across his face. “I’d like that.” He murmurs, handing Niki his coat.

And with the plans made and in order, he’ll take the lead to the door to open it for Niki and let him out first, stepping out after and closing the door behind them so it can be locked before they venture out further to the rest of the shops and events. And for the first time in a long while, Sunjata actually finds himself unabashedly happy.

- FIN

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?