this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
He doesn't expect the Heartless to crouch beside him, Niki shifting a little to face him more in the chair without realising he's doing it. "Of course it is working for me," he says, his tone dry even if there's colour in his cheeks, the necromancer clearly back to his usual wit, a crooked smile on his face. "I knew what I found attractive far before I found the courage to act on it."
Between the few dates he had been on in his teenage years and the utter lack of a response south of the waist during any clumsy make-out sessions, it hadn't taken much to put two and two together for Niki. (And that's without considering the way he'd fluster around an attractive man).
"Or rather, before you found the courage to act on it for me," he adds in a quieter voice. "Thank you for that, by the way."
Between the few dates he had been on in his teenage years and the utter lack of a response south of the waist during any clumsy make-out sessions, it hadn't taken much to put two and two together for Niki. (And that's without considering the way he'd fluster around an attractive man).
"Or rather, before you found the courage to act on it for me," he adds in a quieter voice. "Thank you for that, by the way."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
