this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"You would say something like that," Niki retorts, though there's little more than amusement on his face as the other man dutifully helps him back to his feet. Normally something like this would be mortifying, but several shots of liquor deep and the necromancer has to bite back the laughter that threatens to spill from his lips. He ends up using Sunjata more like a moving wall than a cane, grasping onto a shoulder and seeming very put out that the ground keeps wiggling away from him when he tries to walk.
Still, however weaving it might be and however reliant on the Heartless's balance and guidance, they do start going in a direction, but it's up to Sunjata to know where exactly that is. "You're doin' fine," he says, still frowning down at his feet. "It's my legs that are the problem. No change there though, I guess."
And it might have been fine (if not incredibly slow going) were it not for the obstacle of stairs, something Niki sees coming only when he finally drags his eyes away from the immediate few steps ahead. "Well shit," he blurts when he spots them. "Just leave me here, I'll sleep at the bottom."
Still, however weaving it might be and however reliant on the Heartless's balance and guidance, they do start going in a direction, but it's up to Sunjata to know where exactly that is. "You're doin' fine," he says, still frowning down at his feet. "It's my legs that are the problem. No change there though, I guess."
And it might have been fine (if not incredibly slow going) were it not for the obstacle of stairs, something Niki sees coming only when he finally drags his eyes away from the immediate few steps ahead. "Well shit," he blurts when he spots them. "Just leave me here, I'll sleep at the bottom."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
