NIKI
The silence they fall into is a comfortable one, and Niki only finds himself glancing towards Sunjata once or twice before appearing content with the job he's doing (apparently he's in open awe of the man until it comes to the work he does every day, who knew). In the meantime, the necromancer pushes up the sleeves of his sweater and grabs some pliers and pieces of wire, apparently to craft some quick decorations.
Where Sunjata's hands are silvered with branches of lightning scarring, Niki's forearms tell a much more rudimentary story, the scars that stretch and cover his skin seeming more like marks from sutures or stitches, with his left arm taking the brunt of it. (And no, it is no coincidence that the boy is right handed). Once he's content with decorations and hinges, he glances again to the sheet metal and nods his approval.
"Here - would you mind cutting the pieces to shape?" he asks, his accent a touch thicker with his focus, and he reaches into the box to withdraw some hand shears that have clearly been honed to a razor's edge. "I can file them once you are finished."
Where Sunjata's hands are silvered with branches of lightning scarring, Niki's forearms tell a much more rudimentary story, the scars that stretch and cover his skin seeming more like marks from sutures or stitches, with his left arm taking the brunt of it. (And no, it is no coincidence that the boy is right handed). Once he's content with decorations and hinges, he glances again to the sheet metal and nods his approval.
"Here - would you mind cutting the pieces to shape?" he asks, his accent a touch thicker with his focus, and he reaches into the box to withdraw some hand shears that have clearly been honed to a razor's edge. "I can file them once you are finished."
my body's on the line now; I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
