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Who: Nicki and Arya
Where: Their penthouse
When: Bright morning
When Nicki woke up in the penthouse, in very nice clothes that he was certain he hadn’t stolen from Tony, he wasn’t very surprised. It was the barge after all, he was just happy he hadn’t woken up as a chicken.
But before he noticed the hunger, the pain in his back from how he had slept, the way the room looked through human eyes, he noticed the sun. Bright and pouring in through the big glass windows. The panic only flared up for a moment, when he realized he wasn’t on fire, he tried to wiz over to the door. Finding instead that he had to walk.
After an hour, he was still standing on the balcony. He could feel the sun on his skin, warm and fiery, but not burning. It was his beautiful fire without the pain. The city sky line shocked him to no end. At that point, a flying car wouldn’t have surprised him. (Or even a regular car, for that matter)
Where: Their penthouse
When: Bright morning
When Nicki woke up in the penthouse, in very nice clothes that he was certain he hadn’t stolen from Tony, he wasn’t very surprised. It was the barge after all, he was just happy he hadn’t woken up as a chicken.
But before he noticed the hunger, the pain in his back from how he had slept, the way the room looked through human eyes, he noticed the sun. Bright and pouring in through the big glass windows. The panic only flared up for a moment, when he realized he wasn’t on fire, he tried to wiz over to the door. Finding instead that he had to walk.
After an hour, he was still standing on the balcony. He could feel the sun on his skin, warm and fiery, but not burning. It was his beautiful fire without the pain. The city sky line shocked him to no end. At that point, a flying car wouldn’t have surprised him. (Or even a regular car, for that matter)