this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Mm, I remember," Niki says of the rooms, the subject of his (non-existent) temper promptly forgotten in lieu of the other things suddenly happening, mostly involving Sunjata managing to almost skewer himself on his own shift. "I'll let you know if I ever really need the Greatwood an' make sure to book an appointment." Sans flight of liquor this time, but perhaps with a martini or two.
"Good," he says of Sunjata's hand, glancing down towards his palm and the fully attached fingers before he's feeding him the easiest innuendo of the afternoon so far. Glancing slowly across the table - and up, as the nyala horns spiral into view - Niki has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his smile at bay. "The owner of a brothel with big horns," he says, just to make sure he's got it right.
"I'm learnin' so much about you, Sunjata."
"Good," he says of Sunjata's hand, glancing down towards his palm and the fully attached fingers before he's feeding him the easiest innuendo of the afternoon so far. Glancing slowly across the table - and up, as the nyala horns spiral into view - Niki has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his smile at bay. "The owner of a brothel with big horns," he says, just to make sure he's got it right.
"I'm learnin' so much about you, Sunjata."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
