NIKI
"Yeah, I thought so too," Niki says as if the feline has supplied much more in return than a sniff of his hand and a friendly headbutt. His fingers scritch briefly at the soft, plush fur without lingering too long; the necromancer might not have kept pets for a very long time, but he's not unfamiliar with the mercurial nature of cats. (And if he'd known who was, in fact, wearing the fur of this particular kitty, a lot of things might have suddenly made sense).
"Well," he continues, rising back to his feet and glancing, albeit briefly, at the flicker of something at the window - a will-o-wisp, not that it can do much from out in the downpour, "I am making myself dinner, but I doubt you will want what I am having. I do think I have some cream, though."
His cane appears in his hand without aplomb, Niki crossing to the fridge to rummage around, then to a cupboard for a saucer. Setting the cream on the table for his new cat friend, he offers him a polite enough nod before removing himself once more to finish making his dinner.
"Well," he continues, rising back to his feet and glancing, albeit briefly, at the flicker of something at the window - a will-o-wisp, not that it can do much from out in the downpour, "I am making myself dinner, but I doubt you will want what I am having. I do think I have some cream, though."
His cane appears in his hand without aplomb, Niki crossing to the fridge to rummage around, then to a cupboard for a saucer. Setting the cream on the table for his new cat friend, he offers him a polite enough nod before removing himself once more to finish making his dinner.
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
