this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Oh...? Oh." Niki is also wincing before he can school his expression into something more neutral, clicking the door shut behind them once the other man has stepped across the threshold. "I take it did not go well, but then I get the impression that those kinds of meetings rarely do." Even when there are the best of intentions, though Niki doesn't know the context behind this particular run-in, it's true.
"That is kind of you to offer," he says with a smile, heading through to the kitchen - one of the only spaces that hasn't been entirely packed away given that the boy still has to eat and drink up until he leaves. "Though I think I have everything arranged on this side of things. Perhaps you could help to unload it once I arrive at King's End, though...?"
The smile is a little crooked as he glances over his shoulder, as if that should be confirmation that he'd chosen the southern region to move into. "Coffee?"
"That is kind of you to offer," he says with a smile, heading through to the kitchen - one of the only spaces that hasn't been entirely packed away given that the boy still has to eat and drink up until he leaves. "Though I think I have everything arranged on this side of things. Perhaps you could help to unload it once I arrive at King's End, though...?"
The smile is a little crooked as he glances over his shoulder, as if that should be confirmation that he'd chosen the southern region to move into. "Coffee?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
