this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Unfortunately for Sunjata, this time around Niki is both drunk and already looking at him, and he inhales a sharp and delighted sound. "Are you blushin'? Did I make you blush?" Grinning and reaching up to pinch gently at the Heartless's cheek, the necromancer is simultaneously weightless and a dead weight for someone with a demigod's strength, and he lets out a small ooooop as the ground disappears and he's more or less propped over Sunjata's shoulder.
"Now you're the elevator," he half mumbles, and the other man will hear Niki's quiet weeeeeeee as he watches the stairs whizz by. That only amuses him for a second or two, though, the necromancer huffing out a breath and watching the lounge as it shrinks away, until all he can do is loll against Sunjata and wait for the ride to stop. "You smell nice," he slurs in the interim, patting him on the back like it's a congratulations.
"Now you're the elevator," he half mumbles, and the other man will hear Niki's quiet weeeeeeee as he watches the stairs whizz by. That only amuses him for a second or two, though, the necromancer huffing out a breath and watching the lounge as it shrinks away, until all he can do is loll against Sunjata and wait for the ride to stop. "You smell nice," he slurs in the interim, patting him on the back like it's a congratulations.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
