stay your pretty eyes on course
"I did not ask for your help," Niki points out, the colour high in his cheeks as Sunjata carries him up the stairs as if it's nothing - which he imagines for the Heartless, it really is. (In more than one sense). The way the bustle and music of the party is suddenly muffled and distant is somewhat sobering, the necromancer swallowing hard as he realises that Sunjata has essentially just cut them off from the rest of the people in attendance.
But he's still far too drunk to struggle down from his arms without falling on his face, not that it isn't very tempting as his room at Wildering House grows steadily closer. "And if I would like to go back downstairs later? How am I supposed to do that?" he asks sharply, considering not pointing out the correct door to his room, but he imagines that will only make things more awkward.
"It is here," he mutters. "Please put me down now."
But he's still far too drunk to struggle down from his arms without falling on his face, not that it isn't very tempting as his room at Wildering House grows steadily closer. "And if I would like to go back downstairs later? How am I supposed to do that?" he asks sharply, considering not pointing out the correct door to his room, but he imagines that will only make things more awkward.
"It is here," he mutters. "Please put me down now."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
