Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
Blonde brows furrow under the weight of Korbin’s gaze, while Glas tries to figure out what exactly had happened between Korbin and this dragon. He thought was a true dragon at first, he doesn’t know if that’s more terrifying when it didn’t just drop from the sky and latch onto him, taking him for lunch later. He exhales a small breath, chewing on the inside of his cheek, until Korbin mentions that it spoke.
And something about it amuses Glas, his lips quirking into a small smile as he grabs the pencil again and goes to write once more. “And then what happened?” He writes down, sliding the paper over toward Korbin, quietly eager to hear more of this story.
After all, he usually warded people away when it came to those that would tell interesting stories, ones that didn’t want to spend the time to deal with Glas and his awkwardness. But again, it’s far easier to write, far easier to sound better when he could scribble it out rather than stutter over his own words.
And something about it amuses Glas, his lips quirking into a small smile as he grabs the pencil again and goes to write once more. “And then what happened?” He writes down, sliding the paper over toward Korbin, quietly eager to hear more of this story.
After all, he usually warded people away when it came to those that would tell interesting stories, ones that didn’t want to spend the time to deal with Glas and his awkwardness. But again, it’s far easier to write, far easier to sound better when he could scribble it out rather than stutter over his own words.
GLAS
