stay your pretty eyes on course
"Oh, you know, people who can walk themselves upstairs when they are too drunk to stay at the party after a few cocktails," Niki mutters, his back to Sunjata as he dismisses the cane and flops down to sit on the side of his bed. (Yes, despite having said he wasn't going to bed, shut up).
"People who do not fall apart at the seams at the idea of a Frey demigod finding them attractive. Flora cleared that up at least." His fingers find the buckles of his brace with practiced ease, but getting them loose is clumsy work better suited for a more sober man.
After a few unsuccessful tries, Niki groans his frustration and collapses back on the bed, throwing an arm over his face. "People with two working legs," he snaps, gesturing down at himself with his free hand.
"People who do not fall apart at the seams at the idea of a Frey demigod finding them attractive. Flora cleared that up at least." His fingers find the buckles of his brace with practiced ease, but getting them loose is clumsy work better suited for a more sober man.
After a few unsuccessful tries, Niki groans his frustration and collapses back on the bed, throwing an arm over his face. "People with two working legs," he snaps, gesturing down at himself with his free hand.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
