this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"What'd you think yours says about you?" Niki wonders, the immediate follow-up something that would normally stay locked behind his lips, but of course those lips are much looser thanks to the substantial amount of liquor in a short space of time. Humming his interest to hear how Sunjata tweaks his version of the cocktail, the necromancer takes a dedicated sip of the old fashioned and commits to a small shrug once he's finished. "Not bad," he says, "but a lot going on for me."
Evidently he's a man of simpler tastes.
Setting the cocktail down in time to notice the spread that's been set before them alongside the fries and sliders, Niki's eyes grow boyishly wide, like he needs to think twice about what he's seeing. "We didn't order this," he says mildly, though no part of him seems remotely upset by it. Indeed, he immediately - and perhaps surprisingly - reaches for a chicken wing, not really looking at what sauce he chooses to dip it in. "Thank you," he says sunnily, as if clocking that this is Sunjata's doing.
Evidently he's a man of simpler tastes.
Setting the cocktail down in time to notice the spread that's been set before them alongside the fries and sliders, Niki's eyes grow boyishly wide, like he needs to think twice about what he's seeing. "We didn't order this," he says mildly, though no part of him seems remotely upset by it. Indeed, he immediately - and perhaps surprisingly - reaches for a chicken wing, not really looking at what sauce he chooses to dip it in. "Thank you," he says sunnily, as if clocking that this is Sunjata's doing.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
