this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"That still leaves a one-percent chance that there will be a hazelnut syrup related tantrum in my future," Niki says with dry amusement, smiling around the rim of his coffee mug as he lifts it to his lips. "So it is a good thing I am moving to King's End so I can stop up. I would not wish for you to offer me a new living space only to flood it if your coffee is not to your liking."
Setting his drink back down and relaxing into his seat, he watches the rain at the window for a moment as if waiting for the sky to shriek its anger at them. When it doesn't he's almost quietly disappointed, if not for the teasing in Sunjata's voice. It isn't a tone he recalls ever hearing before, Niki tilting his head and laughing softly to the other man. "Oh? How would you bug me?" he asks. "Going to take my cane when I am not looking?"
Setting his drink back down and relaxing into his seat, he watches the rain at the window for a moment as if waiting for the sky to shriek its anger at them. When it doesn't he's almost quietly disappointed, if not for the teasing in Sunjata's voice. It isn't a tone he recalls ever hearing before, Niki tilting his head and laughing softly to the other man. "Oh? How would you bug me?" he asks. "Going to take my cane when I am not looking?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
