this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"You and me both," Niki agrees with a smirk. Having lived through this much hardship in his comparatively short life just to be ended by a bad hangover would be embarrassing to say the least. And while Sunjata stretches across the bed for his shirt he has to keep himself from letting his eyes wander - a difficult job when the other man is the only thing of real interest in the room and also happens to have a physique that belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine.
Biting the inside of his cheek and focusing instead on tugging down the sleeves of his sweater, he glances abruptly up with a hm? as the Heartless cuts to the core of the matter. Feeling his mouth go a little dry, Niki nevertheless offers a somewhat wary shrug of his shoulders. "There was a lot of last night," he points out. "I remember everything up to the bottom of the stairs... and everything after you woke up in the middle of the night."
So blurs in his memory, certainly, but he has a feeling it's a particular part of the night that Sunjata is asking after. "So if you are referring to what happened between the two of us... yes. I remember." He nods.
Biting the inside of his cheek and focusing instead on tugging down the sleeves of his sweater, he glances abruptly up with a hm? as the Heartless cuts to the core of the matter. Feeling his mouth go a little dry, Niki nevertheless offers a somewhat wary shrug of his shoulders. "There was a lot of last night," he points out. "I remember everything up to the bottom of the stairs... and everything after you woke up in the middle of the night."
So blurs in his memory, certainly, but he has a feeling it's a particular part of the night that Sunjata is asking after. "So if you are referring to what happened between the two of us... yes. I remember." He nods.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
