this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"I dunno," Niki says honestly. "I always thought I enjoyed my own company, but I'm not sure if that's just 'cause I didn't expect to have anyone else's." It's easy to pretend at being happy being alone when you have no other choice and don't think it will change. "I wouldn't say I have a hard time, though. I read, I tinker, I keep myself busy. It's... not like that for you, I'm guessin'?"
It's an invite for Sunjata to speak if he wants to - in truth Niki already knows as much, from that very first night they'd bumped into each other and on several other occasions since. The blush on his cheeks only grows deeper as the other man returns his compliment (it had taken this much liquor for him to say anything in the first place, after all), and though he glances away from the Heartless, the smile lingers on his face.
"Well, there's nothin' wrong with my eyes at least," he says, though those same slate blues are growing heavier by the second, especially as he gets more comfortable in bed.
It's an invite for Sunjata to speak if he wants to - in truth Niki already knows as much, from that very first night they'd bumped into each other and on several other occasions since. The blush on his cheeks only grows deeper as the other man returns his compliment (it had taken this much liquor for him to say anything in the first place, after all), and though he glances away from the Heartless, the smile lingers on his face.
"Well, there's nothin' wrong with my eyes at least," he says, though those same slate blues are growing heavier by the second, especially as he gets more comfortable in bed.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
