NIKI
"I will take your word for it," Niki mumbles. When it comes to what he needs after a night of heavy drinking, anyone is likely to know better than he does given how infrequently it happens. He's just about peeking over his arms again as Kai asks about his coffee, the necromancer unaware that he's just become an extrovert's juicebox for the morning. "Black, no sugar please," he says, gratitude lacing his words. It's only a moment later when the holy grail of hangovers arrives, Niki too out of it to even realise he's been there there'd.
Instead, he forces himself to sit up and face the morning (and the chipper people in it), clasping the mug with both hands for as long as he can stand it without the ceramic burning his fingers. "I do not feel alive, and I did spend some time with Sunjata, so perhaps your premonition did come true in a sense. Dreams are funny like that, are they not?" Up for interpretation and whatnot.
Considering a sip of coffee and then immediately thinking better of it, Niki blows the steaming surface instead. "I have never had pancakes," he confesses, "so I do not know. I will have them as they come?"
Instead, he forces himself to sit up and face the morning (and the chipper people in it), clasping the mug with both hands for as long as he can stand it without the ceramic burning his fingers. "I do not feel alive, and I did spend some time with Sunjata, so perhaps your premonition did come true in a sense. Dreams are funny like that, are they not?" Up for interpretation and whatnot.
Considering a sip of coffee and then immediately thinking better of it, Niki blows the steaming surface instead. "I have never had pancakes," he confesses, "so I do not know. I will have them as they come?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
