NIKI
"I am sure your three-item soup will be perfect," Niki informs her with an air of reassurance that doesn't confirm what sort of perfect it might be. Perfectly passable? Perfectly edible? Perfectly as expected? And whether he notices her watching him (newsflash, he absolutely does) or not, he chooses not to remark on it as he takes a moment to straighten up properly and stretch his back, which lets out a delicious crackle - and momentarily makes him taller than the Doubletake - before he's leaning back against the cane.
Following her back into his own kitchen - which, strange, but Flora has been alone (for all intents and purposes) in his house for some time already, evidently - Niki scoffs out an excuse for a laugh and shakes his head confidently to her. "If I had confessed anything like that, you would not have still been here when I awoke," he assures her; his secrets are very dark and deep, apparently.
Nodding as she opts not to have any coffee, Niki does no such thing, and he's pottering about with a kettle full of water when she approaches with her magic trick. "That depends on what sort of a trick--" It is, he means to say, but by then her fingers are brushing across his wrist and flushing him with magic that leaves his mind feeling clearer and his body free of pain - as free from it as it gets for the necromancer, anyway.
"Oh," he says, blinking down at her hand on his wrist. "I... did not realise you were also Abandoned. Thank you."
Following her back into his own kitchen - which, strange, but Flora has been alone (for all intents and purposes) in his house for some time already, evidently - Niki scoffs out an excuse for a laugh and shakes his head confidently to her. "If I had confessed anything like that, you would not have still been here when I awoke," he assures her; his secrets are very dark and deep, apparently.
Nodding as she opts not to have any coffee, Niki does no such thing, and he's pottering about with a kettle full of water when she approaches with her magic trick. "That depends on what sort of a trick--" It is, he means to say, but by then her fingers are brushing across his wrist and flushing him with magic that leaves his mind feeling clearer and his body free of pain - as free from it as it gets for the necromancer, anyway.
"Oh," he says, blinking down at her hand on his wrist. "I... did not realise you were also Abandoned. Thank you."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
