this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Mmmhm," Niki says in ready agreement, fingers drumming against his chest as he tries to remember Sunjata's various escapades - and that's only since he's known him. "You met me getting lost in the woods, I found you on a bench after a fire, you showed up at my house after getting drunk on a boat... M'sure there's more." He grins, but even if they sound lighthearted when he lists them all out, very few of them are.
The other man has become strangely horizontal in the time he's been talking, Niki forced to shift a bit on the bed to face him properly in a way that doesn't make his head swim. "Me too," he mumbles of shitty situations; the scars that cover his body are clear evidence of that much, after all.
"How come?" he asks rather than not worrying about it, Niki's face half smooshed into one of the pillows now as he rolls enough to continue talking with the Heartless. "If it's my fault, I'm sorry. I dunno what I'm sayin' right now, to be honest."
The other man has become strangely horizontal in the time he's been talking, Niki forced to shift a bit on the bed to face him properly in a way that doesn't make his head swim. "Me too," he mumbles of shitty situations; the scars that cover his body are clear evidence of that much, after all.
"How come?" he asks rather than not worrying about it, Niki's face half smooshed into one of the pillows now as he rolls enough to continue talking with the Heartless. "If it's my fault, I'm sorry. I dunno what I'm sayin' right now, to be honest."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
