NIKI
Niki accepts the cane with another murmur of gratitude, taking it with all the reverence of an object he already knows to respect, and his eyes are sharp and keen as they take in the metal pieces more closely. "A whip?" he repeats as he turns it this way and that, careful of the honed edge. "That is remarkable - for the wielder, in any case. I would not want to find myself on the wrong side of it."
His thumb brushes over the button without pressing it, lingering there for just a moment, before he's offering the cane back and accepting the bone in return, careful not to smudge any of Asta's delicate charcoal markings. "I think this would be quite something with a gold inlay," he confirms, glancing back towards the butcher just as he lights up his pipe. "Ah, I see," he says. "I remember you saying. Halo, right?"
He can well imagine the bitter climate and harsh environment, where hunting is not sport but survival. "I am glad you can do it more for yourself now," he says, a touch distantly, lost in his thoughts.
His thumb brushes over the button without pressing it, lingering there for just a moment, before he's offering the cane back and accepting the bone in return, careful not to smudge any of Asta's delicate charcoal markings. "I think this would be quite something with a gold inlay," he confirms, glancing back towards the butcher just as he lights up his pipe. "Ah, I see," he says. "I remember you saying. Halo, right?"
He can well imagine the bitter climate and harsh environment, where hunting is not sport but survival. "I am glad you can do it more for yourself now," he says, a touch distantly, lost in his thoughts.
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
