this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Sunjata would be correct in his assumptions, but for today Niki is happy to keep the razors under his tongue, especially given that the Heartless is being kind enough to help him. "You would be correct, yes," he says of the sealed boxes, and whilst the other man gets to work, he cleans out their mugs and sets them aside to dry. With that done, he's at least as helpful as he can be in the endeavour, stacking boxes ready to be transferred into the hallway on the table where they'd been sitting until all that's left are the few he's still packing.
"I hope I do not need to stress how much time you have just saved me," he says with a sheepish smile once they're finished, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Perhaps I should be a little better at accepting help when it is offered. Thank you, Sunjata. And with luck you will see me again very soon." It'll be even sooner than expected given Flora's birthday party, but then the necromancer isn't to know that.
~FIN
"I hope I do not need to stress how much time you have just saved me," he says with a sheepish smile once they're finished, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Perhaps I should be a little better at accepting help when it is offered. Thank you, Sunjata. And with luck you will see me again very soon." It'll be even sooner than expected given Flora's birthday party, but then the necromancer isn't to know that.
~FIN
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
