NIKI
"I suppose you might have," Niki considers, tilting his head. "Though as you can imagine, I did not run around the woods like most other children my age. The orphanage was close to the Sidhe Village - when it suited the village for it to be that way, at least. I was there until I was apprenticed to the undertaker, though I cannot remember how old I was. Young enough not to know why I was being sent away." He smiles, now, at the memory. "Were you and Enzo there often? At the village, I mean?"
Scoffing and leaning into the bit with the dry sort of certainty Flora has come to expect from him, Niki waves his free hand at her. "I craft with much more delicate materials than a bikini. I am sure I would have made it work," he says. "Alas, I suppose you will never know, not unless it is replaced with something that is not pastel."
The banter eases some of the redness from his cheeks at least, and he's able to offer Flora a sheepish shrug at her remarks. "I could have, but you always took such joy in preparing it for us," he points out. "And besides, I do not know how your coffee making skills compare."
Scoffing and leaning into the bit with the dry sort of certainty Flora has come to expect from him, Niki waves his free hand at her. "I craft with much more delicate materials than a bikini. I am sure I would have made it work," he says. "Alas, I suppose you will never know, not unless it is replaced with something that is not pastel."
The banter eases some of the redness from his cheeks at least, and he's able to offer Flora a sheepish shrug at her remarks. "I could have, but you always took such joy in preparing it for us," he points out. "And besides, I do not know how your coffee making skills compare."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
