NIKI
"You did not even try to attempt my accent," Niki says with a solemn raise of his eyebrows, as if he's more offended that she thinks an impression of him amounts to a faux-deep voice. "And is that what we will be calling it from now on? Spooky couture?" He tries to sound neutral, but the amusement in his expression is all too obvious. The jury is still out on the besties front, if only because he doesn't know that he would convince any of their mutual acquaintances that she was a ghost, but then again, it's not as if he's experienced in the art of friendship.
He's not experienced in his own cadence and inflections either, if Flora's obervations have any truth to them, and before he can quip out with I do not when she's clutching at the raven feathers and splaying them dramatically against her throat. "Not enough, if you are going for centrepiece stealing theatrics," he says approvingly, meanwhile collecting together a few bits and pieces he finds interesting for his solemn yet stylish apparel. "Perhaps you even ought to include some fur. What were you thinking for your mask?"
He's not experienced in his own cadence and inflections either, if Flora's obervations have any truth to them, and before he can quip out with I do not when she's clutching at the raven feathers and splaying them dramatically against her throat. "Not enough, if you are going for centrepiece stealing theatrics," he says approvingly, meanwhile collecting together a few bits and pieces he finds interesting for his solemn yet stylish apparel. "Perhaps you even ought to include some fur. What were you thinking for your mask?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
