this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki is already getting to his feet to collect and wash out their coffee mugs when Sunjata offers his assistance again, and the necromancer takes him at his word this time. His brow furrows as he glances around at the boxes in the kitchen, some sealed and ready to go, others still open and awaiting the last of his belongings. "I am sure I would find a more polite way to say it than that," he says, grinning over his shoulder as he uses his magic to whisk the mugs into the sink.
"But alright. If you insist on being helpful whenever we run into each other, would you mind taking a few of the boxes out into the hallway? Beside the front door is fine - it is just to clear some space and to make sure I know what is ready to be transported." The house will never feel empty, not really, but he can at least be as prepared as possible.
To be truthful, though, he's almost at the point where he can't wait to get going and be settled in a new place, if only so he doesn't have to live out of boxes any more.
"But alright. If you insist on being helpful whenever we run into each other, would you mind taking a few of the boxes out into the hallway? Beside the front door is fine - it is just to clear some space and to make sure I know what is ready to be transported." The house will never feel empty, not really, but he can at least be as prepared as possible.
To be truthful, though, he's almost at the point where he can't wait to get going and be settled in a new place, if only so he doesn't have to live out of boxes any more.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
