this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
It's a shame that Niki most definitely won't remember kicking a demigod in the ribs and winding him, because that would be something he'd take to any two truths and a lie icebreaker in the future. But with his shoes off, his brace unbuckled and his head free from his shirt, the necromancer is comfortable now, and he swipes a hand up his face to push his dark hair out of his eyes before rolling to lay properly in bed atop the blankets.
"No fire magic needed," he agrees, tossing the shirt off the bed to let it land somewhere in the room. "And I am, actually," he continues of being comfortable, face half buried in one of the pillows already. "Thanks again for this. If I wanna make it so there's no lights do I just... oh." And just like that, the room plunges into twilight, making the Heartless impossible to see properly but also, perhaps blessedly, removing his extensive scarring from view.
"Do you got any more appointments to get people drunk today?" he wonders.
"No fire magic needed," he agrees, tossing the shirt off the bed to let it land somewhere in the room. "And I am, actually," he continues of being comfortable, face half buried in one of the pillows already. "Thanks again for this. If I wanna make it so there's no lights do I just... oh." And just like that, the room plunges into twilight, making the Heartless impossible to see properly but also, perhaps blessedly, removing his extensive scarring from view.
"Do you got any more appointments to get people drunk today?" he wonders.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
