this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Well, hopefully not too long," Niki says with a sunny smile that takes years off him - not that he has all that many to count, but the birthdays he has collected have been hard earned. "Not now that I've figured out what drinks I like." Not when he's yet to discover an espresso martini, which might be the end of it all when it does happen. For right now, though, his head tips back to watch Sunjata rise to his feet, appearing even taller for the way the necromancer is forced to remain seated.
"Gods, you're far away," is how he opts to phrase such a thing, and though the kernel of independence within him wants to give standing another go, the way all the alcohol seems to have just rushed to his legs suggests he take a different course of action. "Fiiiiine," he says, riding the acceptance out on a sigh that's ruined by the smile still lingering on his face. "You can be my cane."
So saying, he slaps a hand into Sunjata's before he gets a chance to really offer it, his palm warm and calloused, Niki hauling himself to his feet and immediately overbalancing until he can use the Heartless to prop himself up, more or less. "We did it," he announces, triumphant.
"Gods, you're far away," is how he opts to phrase such a thing, and though the kernel of independence within him wants to give standing another go, the way all the alcohol seems to have just rushed to his legs suggests he take a different course of action. "Fiiiiine," he says, riding the acceptance out on a sigh that's ruined by the smile still lingering on his face. "You can be my cane."
So saying, he slaps a hand into Sunjata's before he gets a chance to really offer it, his palm warm and calloused, Niki hauling himself to his feet and immediately overbalancing until he can use the Heartless to prop himself up, more or less. "We did it," he announces, triumphant.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
