this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki even cringes at the sight of Sunjata knocking back the shot he'd abandoned, as if passively tasting it and hating every part of the experience. The rest of the lounge seems to have grown hazy and unimportant over the past few minutes, the necromancer having to stop himself from smiling at it all, though he can't for the life of him say what is so entertaining about it. Snacks, though, he can get on board with, listening with interest as Sunjata lists them all and propping his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the table.
"Do we have to choose?" he mumbles. "Alright... sliders and fries sound good." He has had both of those things before as well, so it's a bonus. And while that happens somewhere in the unimportant background, Niki reaches for the next shot to bring it towards him, narrowing his eyes down at the suddenly rich colour of the liquor. "And this is... whiskey?"
"Do we have to choose?" he mumbles. "Alright... sliders and fries sound good." He has had both of those things before as well, so it's a bonus. And while that happens somewhere in the unimportant background, Niki reaches for the next shot to bring it towards him, narrowing his eyes down at the suddenly rich colour of the liquor. "And this is... whiskey?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
