NIKI
"Ah, thank you," Niki calls as Sunjata confirms that he'd found the box in question; in the meantime the necromancer is opening the box he'd brought in, removing a few mugs and the cutlery he'd carefully packed away - all pieces of the puzzle of coffee making, in the end. "That is alright," he says of unpacking it, offering a smile that's just a touch boyish. It's a personal thing, after all, to find new places for one's belongings. And besides, there's no chance of him being able to get the book boxes inside.
"I can unpack and make some coffee, though, as long as you do not mind having it black?" he offers, holding up a couple of mugs as if to confirm that they won't have to drink it between their cupped hands. "I do not want to trouble you more than I already have, but I do appreciate the help. It would have taken me all day to get things inside."
"I can unpack and make some coffee, though, as long as you do not mind having it black?" he offers, holding up a couple of mugs as if to confirm that they won't have to drink it between their cupped hands. "I do not want to trouble you more than I already have, but I do appreciate the help. It would have taken me all day to get things inside."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
