this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Well, good," Niki says, his boyish smile visible even through the mask of his fingers. "I like your company too, even if you're unfairly handsome and I never know where to look, and you get yourself into really ridiculous situations." His tone never strays beyond amused and affectionate, just in case Sunjata thinks its a slight, and now that the world had started to keep still a little more, he lets his hand slip from his face to rest atop his chest, the other still buried in his hair.
"It is what it is," he echoes with an unimpressed scrunch of his nose. "I dunno if I believe in that. If I did, I'd have prob'ly died when I was a kid." Scoffing, he nevertheless supposes that it might be different for Sunjata, glancing up at the other man properly. "You're sad," he says suddenly, like his mind has just connected the dots between all the things the other man isn't saying.
"It is what it is," he echoes with an unimpressed scrunch of his nose. "I dunno if I believe in that. If I did, I'd have prob'ly died when I was a kid." Scoffing, he nevertheless supposes that it might be different for Sunjata, glancing up at the other man properly. "You're sad," he says suddenly, like his mind has just connected the dots between all the things the other man isn't saying.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
