this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"You should," Niki agrees as they pause at the bottom of the stairs, the necromancer scowling drunkenly up them as if they might have multiplied since the last time he was here. "Your brothel is ableist," he adds, more or less draped against Sunjata but fully preparing to go boneless and let himself slide down to the ground at a moment's notice. (Being this drunk this quickly is tiring, who knew?)
"I like your laugh," he says instead for now, smirking up at the Heartless and (frog)blinking at him as he's given the equivalent of two options hiding in a trenchcoat; aka, just one option, really. Groaning and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, as Niki realises he's not going to get away without having his uncooperative feet swept from beneath him, he shrugs and gestures to the stairs.
"You pick," he decides. "I'm too drunk to be makin' decisions."
"I like your laugh," he says instead for now, smirking up at the Heartless and (frog)blinking at him as he's given the equivalent of two options hiding in a trenchcoat; aka, just one option, really. Groaning and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, as Niki realises he's not going to get away without having his uncooperative feet swept from beneath him, he shrugs and gestures to the stairs.
"You pick," he decides. "I'm too drunk to be makin' decisions."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
