NIKI
"Ah? Is this the same father who brought you back from Mort's realm?" Niki asks, naturally curious about such things and feeling much more open about asking than he had in their first meeting. "That must be comforting, though. Knowing that whatever happens, you are able to see him at least once per year." Not that he imagines it is enough, not for someone to lose their twin, but it is better than nothing, he assumes.
Not having to look over his home in quite the same way - he sees it all the time, after all - Niki settles into an easier pace on the path, as if his feet have memories the twists and bumps along the trail leading to the steps up to his porch. "I did not dislike it," he says slowly, his brows knotting together in a frown, as if no one has ever asked him such a thing. "Though I was not sad to see the old undertaker pass on, put it that way."
As for his jewellery making, he shrugs his shoulders a little, reaching into a deep pocket for his keys. "Yes and no?" he says. "I am a metalworker in general, but jewellery and other trinkets keep food on the table. That part is a craft rather than a passion." The passion is left in his workshop towards the back of the house, but he doubts Flora will be interested in that.
Stepping into the entranceway and holding open the door for the Doubletake, she'll be greeted by the faint scent of peppermint and tea tree, and some tastefully out of date decor. "If you would like to sit through there, I can get my equipment and see about the bracelet you wanted." He gestures to the living room.
Not having to look over his home in quite the same way - he sees it all the time, after all - Niki settles into an easier pace on the path, as if his feet have memories the twists and bumps along the trail leading to the steps up to his porch. "I did not dislike it," he says slowly, his brows knotting together in a frown, as if no one has ever asked him such a thing. "Though I was not sad to see the old undertaker pass on, put it that way."
As for his jewellery making, he shrugs his shoulders a little, reaching into a deep pocket for his keys. "Yes and no?" he says. "I am a metalworker in general, but jewellery and other trinkets keep food on the table. That part is a craft rather than a passion." The passion is left in his workshop towards the back of the house, but he doubts Flora will be interested in that.
Stepping into the entranceway and holding open the door for the Doubletake, she'll be greeted by the faint scent of peppermint and tea tree, and some tastefully out of date decor. "If you would like to sit through there, I can get my equipment and see about the bracelet you wanted." He gestures to the living room.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
