NIKI
"Ah," says Niki, scrunching his nose down the hall where he'd been walking before his world had quite literally turned upside down, and then very dark. "How embarrassing. Thank you for... uh..." He gestures pretty much to everything around them; the fact that he'd been able to slip into an actual restful slumber, the way his bad leg hasn't seized up on him too badly, the warmth from the blanket she'd thrown over him. "It was very kind of you to do."
Nodding absently at her remarks about the state of his kitchen and his lack of ingredients, Niki is about to reach for his cane to lever himself to his feet when Flora's tone, teasing or not, turns incredulous enough for his eyes to widen, a flush of near shame colouring his cheeks. "No-- I mean, of course I am not," he tells her, the words thicker in his accent as he stumbles groggily over the words. "I just meant that I had probably taken up enough of your day. You can... you... read to me?"
Still pink cheeked, and not from the fever any longer, he nevertheless raises an eyebrow down at the book. "About metalwork?"
Nodding absently at her remarks about the state of his kitchen and his lack of ingredients, Niki is about to reach for his cane to lever himself to his feet when Flora's tone, teasing or not, turns incredulous enough for his eyes to widen, a flush of near shame colouring his cheeks. "No-- I mean, of course I am not," he tells her, the words thicker in his accent as he stumbles groggily over the words. "I just meant that I had probably taken up enough of your day. You can... you... read to me?"
Still pink cheeked, and not from the fever any longer, he nevertheless raises an eyebrow down at the book. "About metalwork?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
