NIKI
"I was never a ghost!" Niki can't help but bark out, half amused and half incredulous, as if this piece of lore has now been inexorably stitched into his personality despite it never having been true. Still, his exasperated sigh is more laughter than anything, and he finally takes a sip of his coffee regardless of whether it's too hot, setting the cup carefully back down on the counter when his tongue has been suitably chastised.
"I wish my furniture luck whether or not I have one of the house's spirits with me," he says in his defence. "I do imagine things will be unsettled for a bit when I return anyway. I do not think I have ever been away from home for this long." The admission is a quiet one, warmed by the smile on his lips - though that quickly drops away as Flora grows smug and inevitable beside him.
The splotches of colour on his cheeks are borne of discomfort more than embarrassment or pleasure, and he clears his throat as he straightens himself up and out of her grip. "How very good for him," he says stiffly. "And I would hope he was not, given that it is also his mother."
"I wish my furniture luck whether or not I have one of the house's spirits with me," he says in his defence. "I do imagine things will be unsettled for a bit when I return anyway. I do not think I have ever been away from home for this long." The admission is a quiet one, warmed by the smile on his lips - though that quickly drops away as Flora grows smug and inevitable beside him.
The splotches of colour on his cheeks are borne of discomfort more than embarrassment or pleasure, and he clears his throat as he straightens himself up and out of her grip. "How very good for him," he says stiffly. "And I would hope he was not, given that it is also his mother."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
