this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Not to brag?" Niki repeats with a scoff of laughter, having to tip his head back a fraction to peer up at Sunjata through his fingers, given the other man's place propped against the headboard. The amusement fades, of course, as his drunken mind ties together the implications, and he remembers belatedly the reasons for a few of the Heartless's visits to his home in the Greatwood, not to mention, y'know, his title of The Heartless.
"If it helps, I dunno if I actually like my own company or if I'm just really used to it." How in the world that might help is beyond Niki, but he's well beyond social lubrication by now, so the words flow as easily as the alcohol did earlier. "Maybe it's different if you've been alone more'n you've been with other people. Sorry, though. It sounds hard." Probably for both of them, not that he can realise as much currently.
"If it helps, I dunno if I actually like my own company or if I'm just really used to it." How in the world that might help is beyond Niki, but he's well beyond social lubrication by now, so the words flow as easily as the alcohol did earlier. "Maybe it's different if you've been alone more'n you've been with other people. Sorry, though. It sounds hard." Probably for both of them, not that he can realise as much currently.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
