NIKI
Narrowing his eyes right back at Flora, as if to meet her mischief with wry acceptance (and a growing fondness as well, let's be honest), Niki hums out a sigh and slowly turns his attention back to his mask. And at her 'awe', playful as it might be, he flicks his eyes to her face for just a second. "Vertebrae," he says slowly, dry as kindling, "actually form part of the spinal column. This is a skull." He taps the mask gently, smirking, and then finally sets it aside.
And as the Doubletake leans in, all conspiracy and secrets whispered from the hidden alcoves of a ballroom, Niki naturally finds himself leaning back, perturbed at best and concerned at worse. "What kind of masquerades have you attended?" he wonders - not that he has a single scrap of experience to draw upon. "I am beginning to think I ought to find a nice wall to flower against quite early."
And as the Doubletake leans in, all conspiracy and secrets whispered from the hidden alcoves of a ballroom, Niki naturally finds himself leaning back, perturbed at best and concerned at worse. "What kind of masquerades have you attended?" he wonders - not that he has a single scrap of experience to draw upon. "I am beginning to think I ought to find a nice wall to flower against quite early."
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before







