NIKI
Niki, at least, feels a little more at home with the situation, feeling his cheeks return to a normal temperature and part of him relax, in fact, as if Sunjata has finally revealed himself to be what the boy had always expected. Polite, conversational even, but capable of all the same sharpness as anyone who suffers from the affliction of being devastatingly attractive.
So when the demigod starts to fluster and seem awkward, to say it takes him by surprise is an understatement. "I... wh-- you were serious?" he asks before he means to, voice pitched low, heat threatening to bloom into his face all over again. "I... no, I am sorry," he says, feeling his hands start to clench into fists and forcing them to relax.
"I am not... it is not a subject I have much experience discussing." The words are as stiff and awkward as the tone, Niki's gaze dropping to the rug where he can try to navigate these suddenly choppy waters. "So believe me when I say it was likely not your wording that was the problem." He is. Always has been.
So when the demigod starts to fluster and seem awkward, to say it takes him by surprise is an understatement. "I... wh-- you were serious?" he asks before he means to, voice pitched low, heat threatening to bloom into his face all over again. "I... no, I am sorry," he says, feeling his hands start to clench into fists and forcing them to relax.
"I am not... it is not a subject I have much experience discussing." The words are as stiff and awkward as the tone, Niki's gaze dropping to the rug where he can try to navigate these suddenly choppy waters. "So believe me when I say it was likely not your wording that was the problem." He is. Always has been.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
