this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Y'know, the more you tell me about Korofi the more I'm glad you're not there any more," Niki mumbles, frowning to hear of the sorts of orphanage Sunjata had grown up learning about. "Even if the library was pretty an' the rain sounded nice," he adds. He almost includes the gun, but he isn't quite so wasted as to not have realised the Heartless didn't seem to be a fan of it (or at least not a fan of being shot by it, which, fair enough).
He's still glancing away from Sunjata when he cuts through the necromancer's inference with the blunt sort of question that, in truth, is exactly what he needs, and although he bites at the inside of his cheek as if the words are difficult to find, he nods nevertheless. "Mm, seems that way," he mutters, because he's only done enough with the fairer sex to know what doesn't work.
"Yeah? Was Korofi against that sort of thing too?"
He's still glancing away from Sunjata when he cuts through the necromancer's inference with the blunt sort of question that, in truth, is exactly what he needs, and although he bites at the inside of his cheek as if the words are difficult to find, he nods nevertheless. "Mm, seems that way," he mutters, because he's only done enough with the fairer sex to know what doesn't work.
"Yeah? Was Korofi against that sort of thing too?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
