NIKI
Niki concentrates on getting himself on his feet as Asta readies himself and exchanges a brief but warm glance with the man in charge of the champagne bottle; by the time he's got his cane in hand, in fact, the boy is able to spot the way the butcher's shadow focuses rather intensely towards a few patrons. And if he'd not received a much more friendly welcome from the smiling darkness, he'd have likely reacted the same way.
"You do? I would love to see what became of it," he says as he falls into step - more or less, given his bad leg and Asta's long strides - with the other man. It isn't a long way to go, as it happens, and Niki keeps his eyes very politely on the butcher's back so he doesn't get distracted by the acrobatics going on in hidden alcoves or, in one case, right on top of a table. And when they arrive at the black-smudged doorway, he can only raise a curious brow towards the marking.
"For good fortune?" he hazards, though the wry smile on his lips says he knows better.
But then they are heading into the room and the boy's attention is immediately captured by the plethora of trinkets on display, not to mention the independent array of bones on the worktable. The fact that not all of them are animal (and he knows that all too well even from a glance at some) doesn't bother him at all, and as Asta makes mention of the windchime, he pauses before it to admire it in its haloed glory.
"That is quite something," he says, sounding unashamedly impressed. "Did you already have the concept in mind when you picked up the antlers?"
"You do? I would love to see what became of it," he says as he falls into step - more or less, given his bad leg and Asta's long strides - with the other man. It isn't a long way to go, as it happens, and Niki keeps his eyes very politely on the butcher's back so he doesn't get distracted by the acrobatics going on in hidden alcoves or, in one case, right on top of a table. And when they arrive at the black-smudged doorway, he can only raise a curious brow towards the marking.
"For good fortune?" he hazards, though the wry smile on his lips says he knows better.
But then they are heading into the room and the boy's attention is immediately captured by the plethora of trinkets on display, not to mention the independent array of bones on the worktable. The fact that not all of them are animal (and he knows that all too well even from a glance at some) doesn't bother him at all, and as Asta makes mention of the windchime, he pauses before it to admire it in its haloed glory.
"That is quite something," he says, sounding unashamedly impressed. "Did you already have the concept in mind when you picked up the antlers?"
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
