KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
That was that, he thought, rather pleased to have done a good job. Snared them a customer that shouldn't even have to be there - Weaver would no doubt think he was thawing to the place at this rate.
Korbin had been meaning to leave, but Kiada scribbling in her journal made him pause. Expecting some additional request perhaps, or... But as she tore off the note and approached, his apprehension grew. The smile she leveled at him made his blood heat up, the way she pressed the paper into his chest fairly singing his skin. Taking the scrap of a note, Korbin stared after her as she sauntered off into her room, closing the door behind her.
Dry at the mouth, he glanced down at what she'd written. The message was direct, blunt even, and the implications brought a flush of color to his face. Well, that was certainly... not how he expected the day to go.
Hovering in indecision for quite a while, he eventually headed off back down the stairs. He made his way down them in a haze, barely seeing where he was going. What was he gonna go? Take her up on it? Decline? Gods, not even he knew what he wanted to do here. It was hardly the first time he'd been invited to exchange pleasantries with a girl, but none of them had been this random, haphazard...
And he'd never been this much of a mess at the time either.
Somehow though, when his shift ended, he found himself making his way up the stairs rather than out the door. There was a bottle of something strong in his hand, and not a thought in his head. Had he ever made any decisions? Not really... and when he tapped lightly on her door, Korbin realized he had no fucking idea what he was gonna say.
Korbin had been meaning to leave, but Kiada scribbling in her journal made him pause. Expecting some additional request perhaps, or... But as she tore off the note and approached, his apprehension grew. The smile she leveled at him made his blood heat up, the way she pressed the paper into his chest fairly singing his skin. Taking the scrap of a note, Korbin stared after her as she sauntered off into her room, closing the door behind her.
Dry at the mouth, he glanced down at what she'd written. The message was direct, blunt even, and the implications brought a flush of color to his face. Well, that was certainly... not how he expected the day to go.
Hovering in indecision for quite a while, he eventually headed off back down the stairs. He made his way down them in a haze, barely seeing where he was going. What was he gonna go? Take her up on it? Decline? Gods, not even he knew what he wanted to do here. It was hardly the first time he'd been invited to exchange pleasantries with a girl, but none of them had been this random, haphazard...
And he'd never been this much of a mess at the time either.
Somehow though, when his shift ended, he found himself making his way up the stairs rather than out the door. There was a bottle of something strong in his hand, and not a thought in his head. Had he ever made any decisions? Not really... and when he tapped lightly on her door, Korbin realized he had no fucking idea what he was gonna say.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
