Braxton R. Derrick has a problem with authority. (accessdenied) wrote in wished,
"Yes, but you're a wizard, not a bird," Braxton pointed out. Sometimes, he seriously considered taking that damn wand of Niki's and snapping it in half...and then snapping those halves into innumerable pieces. Therein lie the root of the madness, he thought. But every time he so much as began to utter such a thought, it put his cousin on the offensive...
So he squelched the thought and decided he'd just ponder it later, without making his cousin pitch a fit and end up sleeping in a tree anyway.
"I'm glad you like it," he sincerely replied, a small grin on his features. The sentence, short as it was, sounded so normal. He couldn't help but appreciate it.
"Any room on this hall is open should you want to wander. The right corridor, however, has a few off limit rooms, including the ones we were speaking about with those boring meetings, you remember? If you need anything, Quirk will help you. I'll be around quite a bit, but I'll be at the club too," these were just things he needed to go ahead and say, even if Niki knew most of them anyway. It never hurt to reiterate some things.