stay your pretty eyes on course
Flora doesn't bring it up and Niki has been looking for an excuse to exit stage-left from this subject since it first appeared, so as she swerves and plucks at the low hanging fruit of his reach, he seizes it without delay. Mouth falling open in affectionate outrage, he delivers the smack she's bracing for by bopping her knee with his closed book. "There are low pedestals," he objects, straightening up as if to make himself (unsuccessfully) seem taller. Granted, no matter how tall he might be, it doesn't make his leg work any better.
Following her gaze to the evidence of his 'finished' coffee, or whatever Flora considers finished to be, Niki lightly rolls his eyes and glances back to the Doubletake just in time for her to offer to get beaten by his cane. "I would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity," he says immediately, his cane promptly appearing so he can get to his feet. Leaving the book on the chair rather than the coffee-spill table, he glances thoughtfully over his shoulder to her.
"I do have to ask, though. How does me hitting you constitute training?"
Following her gaze to the evidence of his 'finished' coffee, or whatever Flora considers finished to be, Niki lightly rolls his eyes and glances back to the Doubletake just in time for her to offer to get beaten by his cane. "I would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity," he says immediately, his cane promptly appearing so he can get to his feet. Leaving the book on the chair rather than the coffee-spill table, he glances thoughtfully over his shoulder to her.
"I do have to ask, though. How does me hitting you constitute training?"
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
