liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"The answer to that is yes," Neron informs Flora emphatically, lifting his wine to his lips for another indulgent sip of it after their glasses clink together. Arriving alone had been awful, arriving in Halo had been worse - both combined? A hellscape truly, but at least he'd ended up ruling over it for a time. (And if you have to live in a frozen hell, it's better to be in charge of it, right?)
Setting his glass down so he doesn't end up downing his drink in minutes and getting very unfairly tipsy as a result, Neron's expression turns a little more serious as Flora's words sink in. "Mm, I wish I could have," he says softly. His smile remains, if not a little more contemplative now, but luckily the Doubletake is there to reintroduce him to the wonders of charcuterie.
Watching as she prepares and then feasts upon her cracker, it's enough from her expression (and the noise) for him to tell that he ought to try it, and he's already selecting his own cracker before she speaks. "I wonder if I can petition for a halfway boutique bar between life and death," he muses with a smirk. "I'd tend the bar, and then maybe you could visit more often too."
Falling quiet to take a bite himself, if the wine had been revolutionary then truly this is the equivalent of dying all over again, but this time happily so. "Fuck," he mutters after swallowing, offering Flora a soft laugh and a sheepish grin. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a list of things I'd have wanted to put in my mouth after getting my sense of taste back... but that was a good one."
Setting his glass down so he doesn't end up downing his drink in minutes and getting very unfairly tipsy as a result, Neron's expression turns a little more serious as Flora's words sink in. "Mm, I wish I could have," he says softly. His smile remains, if not a little more contemplative now, but luckily the Doubletake is there to reintroduce him to the wonders of charcuterie.
Watching as she prepares and then feasts upon her cracker, it's enough from her expression (and the noise) for him to tell that he ought to try it, and he's already selecting his own cracker before she speaks. "I wonder if I can petition for a halfway boutique bar between life and death," he muses with a smirk. "I'd tend the bar, and then maybe you could visit more often too."
Falling quiet to take a bite himself, if the wine had been revolutionary then truly this is the equivalent of dying all over again, but this time happily so. "Fuck," he mutters after swallowing, offering Flora a soft laugh and a sheepish grin. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a list of things I'd have wanted to put in my mouth after getting my sense of taste back... but that was a good one."
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