stay your pretty eyes on course
"Good," Niki announces, his smile sunny and his decision - that he'll absolutely forget about tomorrow - set in stone about Sunjata, the gift and the party. Shifting a little more to get comfortable on the couch, the offer to take him upstairs doesn't surprise or fluster the necromancer as much as it typically would, and he snorts out a boyish laugh and lets his head flop back against the cushions. He's still upright for now, though, if not barely.
"What are you going to do, carry me?" he says through a scoff, closing his eyes as if that will stop the room from being vaguely fuzzy and too colourful. "I do have a room here, but Flora said this couch can turn into a bed if I want it to. I think that might just be an act of imagination, though." Not that it will stop him from simply sliding onto his side eventually, left to snooze under the monstera while the rest of the party bobs around him.
"What are you going to do, carry me?" he says through a scoff, closing his eyes as if that will stop the room from being vaguely fuzzy and too colourful. "I do have a room here, but Flora said this couch can turn into a bed if I want it to. I think that might just be an act of imagination, though." Not that it will stop him from simply sliding onto his side eventually, left to snooze under the monstera while the rest of the party bobs around him.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
