NIKI
"In Caido anything is possible," Niki reasons, sipping absently at his drink; had Kaisel been there he might have accompanied it with a smile that isn't entirely reassuring, but given that the ghostbusting soldier is entertaining elsewhere in the party, he saves it. "I am glad to hear I command some sort of authority even in his dreams, though." One day perhaps Kai will come across him sleepwalking and really get a fright.
Scoffing and almost inhaling some of his cocktail at the mere thought of a parent's face beaming up at Flora from her fiance's crotch, he shakes his head and leans a little more heavily on his cane. "And you have not yet banned that sort of thing from your bedroom? You are a bold woman, Flora," he says around a cough.
But then it's tea time, and as Niki is directed on a tour of the room to understand the cast of this particular beverage, he almost wishes he'd asked to sit down somewhere first. Offering nods and well-placed mmhms as the story unfolds, eyes flicking from Colt to Sohalia and finally back to Flora, evidently the alcohol is also affecting his own composure, because when he speaks it's with a furrowed brow that already suggests he's made his mind up about the situation.
"Are you sure you are her best friend?" he asks, voice pitched unnecessarily low. "And does she even like the desert? It seems like quite a miserable place to move." All of the heat and sand, none of Torchline's oceans and perks. "I am sorry that happened, Flora. Though I do find it difficult to believe that anyone would hate you." Bitter exes aside.
Scoffing and almost inhaling some of his cocktail at the mere thought of a parent's face beaming up at Flora from her fiance's crotch, he shakes his head and leans a little more heavily on his cane. "And you have not yet banned that sort of thing from your bedroom? You are a bold woman, Flora," he says around a cough.
But then it's tea time, and as Niki is directed on a tour of the room to understand the cast of this particular beverage, he almost wishes he'd asked to sit down somewhere first. Offering nods and well-placed mmhms as the story unfolds, eyes flicking from Colt to Sohalia and finally back to Flora, evidently the alcohol is also affecting his own composure, because when he speaks it's with a furrowed brow that already suggests he's made his mind up about the situation.
"Are you sure you are her best friend?" he asks, voice pitched unnecessarily low. "And does she even like the desert? It seems like quite a miserable place to move." All of the heat and sand, none of Torchline's oceans and perks. "I am sorry that happened, Flora. Though I do find it difficult to believe that anyone would hate you." Bitter exes aside.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
