this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki is more careful than he needs to be, apparently, the necromancer sitting up just as Sunjata rolls away, leaving him in a small mess of blankets and feeling strangely cold and alone after the night they've apparently spent together. They are both wearing pants, though, so for however much he remembers of the night before (in bits and pieces, certainly up until he'd awoken to the Heartless and his nightmare), it did not progress further than that.
Unsure if he feels relieved or sad about it, Niki summons his cane and quickly gets himself on his feet, grabbing his sweater and heading immediately for a bathroom that has spontaneously appeared through the Greatwood's forestry. He'll deal with his knee brace later; for now, the faint sound of the shower echoes shortly after, as if the necromancer is certain he might be able to scrub away both the hangover and the events of the night before.
He's wrong on both counts, but at the very least he's clean and dressed when he emerges, dark hair tousled and damp, eyes drawn immediately once again to the bed where Sunjata is splayed out. And if he looks (dis)respectfully, well, sue him; it isn't often that he gets to enjoy a show like this.
Unsure if he feels relieved or sad about it, Niki summons his cane and quickly gets himself on his feet, grabbing his sweater and heading immediately for a bathroom that has spontaneously appeared through the Greatwood's forestry. He'll deal with his knee brace later; for now, the faint sound of the shower echoes shortly after, as if the necromancer is certain he might be able to scrub away both the hangover and the events of the night before.
He's wrong on both counts, but at the very least he's clean and dressed when he emerges, dark hair tousled and damp, eyes drawn immediately once again to the bed where Sunjata is splayed out. And if he looks (dis)respectfully, well, sue him; it isn't often that he gets to enjoy a show like this.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
