this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki doesn't know why he expected teasing in response to his need for space - nothing about Sunjata has remotely hinted at that reaction - and yet when it doesn't come he still can't help the quiet relief that floods through him. It's enough to have him following suit with that breathless little smile, letting his fingers tease briefly into the other man's hair before he finally drops his hand away, gratefully grabbing at the cane as Sunjata brings it in reach for him.
"That is kind, but staying would put this room at risk," he says with a touch of mischief in his voice. At risk of becoming much more than a tranquil little glade in the Greatwood, anyway, and there are some things besides that are better left not on parade for them both to witness.
Rising to his feet alongside Sunjata, Niki doesn't bother to try and play off the heat in his cheeks or the way his eyes are drawn more to the Heartless's lips than anywhere else, but at the prospect of the other man helping him out, there are far too many ways he might take that, and so he opts, naturally, for politely declining. "I will manage," he assures him. "Thank you for making sure I did not make a fool of myself while I was drunk."
"That is kind, but staying would put this room at risk," he says with a touch of mischief in his voice. At risk of becoming much more than a tranquil little glade in the Greatwood, anyway, and there are some things besides that are better left not on parade for them both to witness.
Rising to his feet alongside Sunjata, Niki doesn't bother to try and play off the heat in his cheeks or the way his eyes are drawn more to the Heartless's lips than anywhere else, but at the prospect of the other man helping him out, there are far too many ways he might take that, and so he opts, naturally, for politely declining. "I will manage," he assures him. "Thank you for making sure I did not make a fool of myself while I was drunk."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
