NIKI
"Very good," Niki says, raising his coffee in a toast. "When anyone asks me what I am shopping for, I will tell them that the Archon is tired of bruising his knees on my floor." It's a beat or two before he realises exactly what he's said, the necromancer flushing right to the tips of his ears and turning his gaze very determinedly down into his mug. "Not like that, obviously," he mutters.
Talk of shovelling snow has completely vanished from his mind, unsurprisingly, and he takes a too-hot sip of his drink as if that might help to sear away some of the unexpected embarrassment. He's lucky, in a way, that Sunjata offers the snippet about the snowman, Niki's laughter rushing out of him in a soft chuckle, and he tilts his head towards the Heartless. "Presumably you know how to build one now?" he asks tentatively, wondering how many will pop up around New Haven before too long.
Talk of shovelling snow has completely vanished from his mind, unsurprisingly, and he takes a too-hot sip of his drink as if that might help to sear away some of the unexpected embarrassment. He's lucky, in a way, that Sunjata offers the snippet about the snowman, Niki's laughter rushing out of him in a soft chuckle, and he tilts his head towards the Heartless. "Presumably you know how to build one now?" he asks tentatively, wondering how many will pop up around New Haven before too long.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
