i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

"Is it? How would you know such a thing? Perhaps you are the ghost," Niki fires back, his tone remaining as mild as ever, though there is evidence of a slight smile still on his face. "Though I do wonder why you are so invested in keeping me around. I am many things, but an athlete is not one of them, Flora. I can assure you that I will not be running far." Chuckling he sits himself back up in his seat and turns back to the table to examine the pieces of metal and leather once more.

"Besides, you know my name and where I live, and we have already established that I am not one for travelling. You know where to find me, should you ever wish to visit. There are more than enough necromancers in this building as it is." Taking a slow, deep breath and rolling his shoulders as if to rid them of any gathering tension, Niki is about to proceed when Flora is the one offering to get him things, the boy blinking in surprise.

"I do not believe anyone has ever referred to me as a frail prince," he says with a wry smile. "I will be quite alright. I prefer coffee any way. This should not take too much longer, besides. After that perhaps we can go and get something together?" Assuming Flora agrees, Niki pushes up the sleeves of his sweater, revealling finely calloused hands and forearms littered with heavy scarring, and takes up his tools to reset the mageglass.

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!