NIKI
Raising his eyebrow at the finger-gun, as well as remaining delightfully oblivious to the fact that the jury is still out on whether he's a ghost (do ghosts pass out or eat soup...?), Niki merely smiles and goes back to his meal. "What I do when I sleepwalk is none of my waking self's business, as far as I am concerned," he says succinctly, as if binge eating bread in the middle of the night isn't something he particularly wants to know about. "Not until it comes to putting everything back in its proper place, at least."
Bland clearly isn't a problem for the necromancer, and given that he's just magically gotten over an illness and he's not particularly healthy looking to begin with, it's not a bad thing either. Besides, everything that everything Flora has made is undoubtedly good for him, and he falls quiet to eat. Only when the bread has disappeared and the bowl is mostly empty does he glance up again, taking his mug to sip at his coffee. "If I were to go to Torchline," he says slowly and quietly, as if worried she might implode at the mere prospect, "I would want to return here after the snow thaws. Would you allow me to use that... compass, was it? To make the trip?"
Bland clearly isn't a problem for the necromancer, and given that he's just magically gotten over an illness and he's not particularly healthy looking to begin with, it's not a bad thing either. Besides, everything that everything Flora has made is undoubtedly good for him, and he falls quiet to eat. Only when the bread has disappeared and the bowl is mostly empty does he glance up again, taking his mug to sip at his coffee. "If I were to go to Torchline," he says slowly and quietly, as if worried she might implode at the mere prospect, "I would want to return here after the snow thaws. Would you allow me to use that... compass, was it? To make the trip?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
