as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
Huffing softly, you shake your head. "Nah, but y're close. I'm... thirty-three. Thirty-four? Thereabouts." Somewhere around there, though the years have started to blend together as they pass by. And hey, apparently you are still handsome (or he's good at flattery), so you've got that going for you, which is nice.
Dull and squat and small are not words you would ever use to describe something you're fond of, but hey, whatever floats Red's boat. Nor would you describe your friends as hardy... tenacious, certainly. Intrepid, for the ones you like. Determined, sure, though mostly they're determined to be roaring drunk.
At least Sam seems pleasant enough, even if internally you've begun to paint a rather dreary picture of the Hollowed Grounds and its denizens. Shaking your head good-naturedly as he trails off, you reach over to clap him gently on the shoulder. "No harm, Red, though I'd be careful'a insultin' locals goin' on. Mosta' the cowardly lowlifes here are less honorable'n me."
You raise your eyebrow playfully, then drop your hand and turn back to the sea. "One'a these days you'll hafta come see Hualani, eh? In proper daylight, when it's bustlin' an' lively an' the streets are full'a chatter'n music. Though I can't guarantee you'll ever be able t'leave once y'do."
Dull and squat and small are not words you would ever use to describe something you're fond of, but hey, whatever floats Red's boat. Nor would you describe your friends as hardy... tenacious, certainly. Intrepid, for the ones you like. Determined, sure, though mostly they're determined to be roaring drunk.
At least Sam seems pleasant enough, even if internally you've begun to paint a rather dreary picture of the Hollowed Grounds and its denizens. Shaking your head good-naturedly as he trails off, you reach over to clap him gently on the shoulder. "No harm, Red, though I'd be careful'a insultin' locals goin' on. Mosta' the cowardly lowlifes here are less honorable'n me."
You raise your eyebrow playfully, then drop your hand and turn back to the sea. "One'a these days you'll hafta come see Hualani, eh? In proper daylight, when it's bustlin' an' lively an' the streets are full'a chatter'n music. Though I can't guarantee you'll ever be able t'leave once y'do."
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
