this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Lucky you," Niki says, continuing to nibble on his pizza before setting the crust off to one side, evidently deeming it unnecessary. "And that's a clever idea. I should've thought of that when I was back in the woods. They never got too close to the house at least - or if they did, they don't know how to knock doors, so..." He shrugs; he hadn't been aware of them lurking so close to where he slept and worked, so where's the harm?
"That is so," he continues of his various memory hacks, the necromancer shifting to get more comfortable in the booth, tucking himself into the corner and pulling up his good leg to rest an arm across his knee. "It's all about buildin' habits. Like... you know you get out cigarettes when you drink, 'cause you've done it so much. So if you get up every day an' check your calendar, you'll stop forgettin' it."
Smiling sunnily like he's solved one of the world's problems this way, Niki is interrupted by his own sudden yawn, hiding it behind the back of one hand. "Does liquor always make you sleepy?"
"That is so," he continues of his various memory hacks, the necromancer shifting to get more comfortable in the booth, tucking himself into the corner and pulling up his good leg to rest an arm across his knee. "It's all about buildin' habits. Like... you know you get out cigarettes when you drink, 'cause you've done it so much. So if you get up every day an' check your calendar, you'll stop forgettin' it."
Smiling sunnily like he's solved one of the world's problems this way, Niki is interrupted by his own sudden yawn, hiding it behind the back of one hand. "Does liquor always make you sleepy?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
