this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
It isn't the first time Vesper has hissed at him - Niki doesn't consider it a normal day if he isn't treated to some degree of spice from his feline roommate - but it's never sounded quite like this. The sound and the bared teeth have him stepping back from the windowsill automatically, giving the distance demanded and raising the hand not on his cane as if to placate or perhaps keep at bay. "Alright," he says, "point taken."
The display combined with the earlier swatting and smashing of his mug and the half-dead mouse on his sheets are more than enough of an indicator to leave things be, and so he retreats from the room and the frolicking glotters at the window to leave Vesper to whatever petty destruction might follow. The majority of his possessions have already been boxed up and stacked out of the way, so there is little to be batted from shelves or off the edge of tables, but the feline is welcome to destroy anything left.
In the meantime, Niki returns to the kitchen to finish the last of his packing there, though he doesn't dare try for another cup of coffee.
The display combined with the earlier swatting and smashing of his mug and the half-dead mouse on his sheets are more than enough of an indicator to leave things be, and so he retreats from the room and the frolicking glotters at the window to leave Vesper to whatever petty destruction might follow. The majority of his possessions have already been boxed up and stacked out of the way, so there is little to be batted from shelves or off the edge of tables, but the feline is welcome to destroy anything left.
In the meantime, Niki returns to the kitchen to finish the last of his packing there, though he doesn't dare try for another cup of coffee.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
