NIKI
"Do you think so?" Niki asks as though he hasn't just attacked the birthday girl's shins with his cane. "Perhaps you ought to put me through a compliment drought and see if it makes me retreat back into my shell." It won't, and Flora can only blame her friendship and affection for Niki being comfortable enough to subject her to his wicked sense of humour.
"Mm, well," he says of the Captain, giving the party a quick and appraising glance, "he does not seem to be here, and tonight is not remotely about him. But we can always give Astaroth his description if you like?" The butcher is here as an attendee and not as security, he knows, but if the muzzle on his face or the way he's glaring daggers at everyone in close proximity is anything to go by, that hardly matters.
Letting her settle against his side with an ease that would have once had him awkward and tongue-tied, Niki instead takes another sip of his cocktail and hums his agreement about Sunjata. "It was due to circumstance," he explains. "I think he must be cursed, you know. Every time I run into Sunjata he appears to be having a bad time." Cursed, clinical depression, who's to say really?
Following her gaze to Kaisel with a soft chuckle, Niki offers a shrug that's much more measured than any of the soldier's reactions. "Well, he did a great job on the party," he admits freely. "Did he really manage to keep it a surprise, or did you have an inkling?"
"Mm, well," he says of the Captain, giving the party a quick and appraising glance, "he does not seem to be here, and tonight is not remotely about him. But we can always give Astaroth his description if you like?" The butcher is here as an attendee and not as security, he knows, but if the muzzle on his face or the way he's glaring daggers at everyone in close proximity is anything to go by, that hardly matters.
Letting her settle against his side with an ease that would have once had him awkward and tongue-tied, Niki instead takes another sip of his cocktail and hums his agreement about Sunjata. "It was due to circumstance," he explains. "I think he must be cursed, you know. Every time I run into Sunjata he appears to be having a bad time." Cursed, clinical depression, who's to say really?
Following her gaze to Kaisel with a soft chuckle, Niki offers a shrug that's much more measured than any of the soldier's reactions. "Well, he did a great job on the party," he admits freely. "Did he really manage to keep it a surprise, or did you have an inkling?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
