NIKI
Flora's antics evidently hit all of the right anatomical places (he's talking humerus, before you get any ideas), because they nearly startle a laugh out of Niki, the necromancer nodding his approval. "As business models go, it is certainly better than anything I have come up with. Perhaps I ought to have gone into fashion rather than metalwork." Not that he'd get far without someone like Flora to help him out, lest all his outfits be designed with painful practicality in mind.
Blood on snow isn't what Niki might call subtle, but he understands what Flora is getting at, and he nods again as he continues to stitch the boning into the fabric. "Mmhm, that was what I was going for," he confirms of his makeup. "Though I do not know where you get that idea, Flora. I was but a humble undertaker - no need for anatomical knowledge" he says, the wry smile all too audible.
The idea of making out with someone is funnier than their imaginary business, but Niki merely smirks down at his stitchwork. "I assure you," he says, "that I will come out of the masquerade as pristine as I went in."
Blood on snow isn't what Niki might call subtle, but he understands what Flora is getting at, and he nods again as he continues to stitch the boning into the fabric. "Mmhm, that was what I was going for," he confirms of his makeup. "Though I do not know where you get that idea, Flora. I was but a humble undertaker - no need for anatomical knowledge" he says, the wry smile all too audible.
The idea of making out with someone is funnier than their imaginary business, but Niki merely smirks down at his stitchwork. "I assure you," he says, "that I will come out of the masquerade as pristine as I went in."
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
