Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
He laughed again and offered her a mock salute to assure he had no intention of forgetting. It was too bad he couldn't hear her laugh... the smile she wore was quite lovely, and it made him wonder what kind of timbre her voice had. What color, what tone. Might she be a singer, or more of a dancer?
Aisha stalked off, clearly thinking he would follow like a puppy on her heels. But he paused for a moment, to casually filch some more of the papers and the pen he'd been using. When he eventually did come strolling, it was with hands tucked away into the pockets of his pants and an effortless grace to the long strides.
To be honest, Korbin didn't care much about the building. Or the town it was located in. Nor the region itself. It was foreign and fairly boring, gray and dreary... but none that sentiment showed on his face as he waited to see what she would choose to show him first. Just mild interest that had more to do with the girl than the structure.
Aisha stalked off, clearly thinking he would follow like a puppy on her heels. But he paused for a moment, to casually filch some more of the papers and the pen he'd been using. When he eventually did come strolling, it was with hands tucked away into the pockets of his pants and an effortless grace to the long strides.
To be honest, Korbin didn't care much about the building. Or the town it was located in. Nor the region itself. It was foreign and fairly boring, gray and dreary... but none that sentiment showed on his face as he waited to see what she would choose to show him first. Just mild interest that had more to do with the girl than the structure.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
